Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Treasures in Wipes Containers (or Earthen Vessels)

She carries the box with both hands, this treasure box. To some eyes it might be just a diaper wipe container. To her eyes, this is a treasure box. This is where she keeps her treasures safe. Safe, away from the inevitable sisters, safe from losing, safe from forgetting.

She opens her box. She wants to show me. (And, oh, may I always realize what a privilege it is to be trusted with her treasures.)

"These are two pretty rocks I found. This is my doll's necklace. This is a broken necklace. This is a Canada quarter and this is an America quarter. This is an Indian Head." (Note: that last thing is some sort of shiny, metal image of a Native American in full headdress. I am sightly afraid it came from a tobacco product or something like that.)

She sorts them out in front of us. I admire her treasures. She starts picking them up again, ready to stow them back in their diaper wipe treasure box.

"These are just treasures because I found them," she tells me.

These are treasures because I found them.

I am not special. I feel this more at certain times. I recently told my husband I used to feel like a "bright young thing". I had expectations of what I would do, what I would become, what I would be.

And here I am at 32 and I have neither done nor been those things. I may be young in comparison to some, but I am not young or bright in comparison to others. I may not yet be old (whatever that means) but I certainly feel more like an "ordinary, not young thing" than a bright, young talent.

I am not special.

But here's what God whispered to me (and it's funny because He used my 6 year old and her treasure box to do it): you are my treasure because I sought you and found you. I sent my son to seek and save you. You are mine. Your name is written on my hands. I have loved you with an everlasting love. I chose you before the world began. You are mine. I commended my love to you while you were still a sinner. While you were still my enemy, I sent my son to reconcile you to me. You are mine. You are a treasure because of who you belong to, not because of what you are. You Are Mine.
2 Corinthians 4: 6-11
For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;
Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;
Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.
For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

I still have goals and plans for what I would like to accomplish in whatever time God grants me on Earth. There are still dreams left to dream. But whatever I accomplish, whatever I finish, whatever I do, whatever I am, the glory must be to and for God alone.

4 comments:

Elisabeth said...

Great post!

Jodi G. said...

Beautiful! Thank you for such a precious reminder!

Anonymous said...

Karen, love your writing. So true. Love you, Aunt Carolyn

Lisa said...

Some how I missed this post! I'm glad I found it! Great lesson

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