Sunday was the greatest day for me! I got to do what I absolutely treasure the most. First I got to have a whole day off to play. I’ve always loved weekends. (Never got over that one!) Then I got to cook homemade blueberry cinnamon muffins for my 17-year-old boy, Brady and chocolate, chocolate chip muffins for my 14-year-old son, Cooper. (Yes, I ate one of each.) After a fantastic breakfast devotional together, we went to our little country church as a family and sang those super old hymns I used to sing with my daddy when I was a pip squeak. After church, I was the lucky one who played catch with the football and hit golf balls with my boys. Then I was lucky enough to get to ice the cake with a phone call from my two girls who were in college. If that wasn’t enough, I was fortunate enough to hold my precious wife’s hand as we prayed together to consummate the day before bed.
I have always treasured those times with my God, my wife and my kids. You can take everything else I own. Burn down my house, steal my car, (oh yeah, please leave my Labrador Retriever), leave my treasures and life will still be a “10” for me.
When I was a kid, my mom used to lead me on these incredible treasure hunts for my birthday present. They were as creative as the genius inside my dear mom’s head. I have loved treasure hunts since I can remember. The prize at the end is great, but the hunt is always the best part.
Last night, a dear, family friend told me a sad story; his 18-year-old daughter began to treasure a misled boy more than she treasured her family or God. Now she’s confused, becoming bulimic and her whole world is falling apart.
Men can treasure expensive toys, power, and position. Women can treasure houses, careers, cars, and jewelry. Kids can treasure music, cars, and sex.
God says, “Treasure me.”