People go to the beach for different reasons. Whether you are fishing, sunning, or like me collecting shells, there is just something special about the restful sound of the waves. In the above picture, my mom was digging deep to find those beautiful hidden shells. Although you can find some pretty shells on top of the sand, it is the concealed ones that bring the most satisfaction. Most of us invest hours in hobbies or recreation that bring us amusement, contentment, or joy. Have you noticed that those emotions are always fleeting?
“The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure hidden in the field, which a man found and hid again; and from joy, over it, he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field” Matthew 13:44. There is so much we can learn from this one verse. Today though, I want you to just think about where you are investing yourself. For years, I went on a hunt for joy. I finally found that my joy was in the moments of obedience to God. My joy could be in teaching a class, or my joy was just found in simply reaching a box that was too high for someone in the store. The moment you discover that your treasure is God in your life, it becomes easy to invest in the mystery of God. Yes, our faith does not allow us to know what tomorrow may bring, but I am confident with God, it will have value. These times require us to dig deep!
The other day, God reminded me of a story. When I was teaching in the old mission building, my classroom was the library. I loved the big tables that we could join together as we discussed God’s word. Then I had to move over to the men’s side of the building and teach in one of the classrooms. It was your standard room with conference tables. At the time, I felt the setup cold as I was way upfront from the ladies “teaching.” My director permitted me to join the tables together to make it more intimate. Since I was having trouble with my legs, she told me I could leave the tables joined together for the guys to put the room back together. She forgot to tell the guys. One day, a man came storming into my classroom and yelled at me. “You will put those tables back,” he demanded. I looked up and slowly said, “No.” He screamed again, “Yes, you will.” I again replied, “No, and if you have a problem with that answer, you can talk with my supervisor.” The look on his fa...
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