Where Our Treasure Is

Monday morning I arrived home from the grocery store to find our back bedroom door smashed in.  My first reaction was total shock.  My second reaction was a silly mind scramble to think of anything that could have possibly caused it OTHER than a break in.  My final response was to call the police, especially when I saw that my laptop was missing.

Yes, we were robbed.  It was certainly an unpleasant and frustrating ordeal.  In the midst of a busy week we now had to deal with insurance, a new door and a missing computer used to do most of my ministry work.  I have no doubt that the enemy wanted nothing more than to distract and discourage us while we were already swamped and exhausted.  But thankfully, he didn't succeed.

Monday night as I laid in bed thinking over the events of the day, I tried to figure out why I wasn't more upset.  Good grief, we were robbed!  A stranger was running around our house digging through our personal stuff and shoving my precious wedding pearls into OUR pillowcase!  But truthfully, my heart was at utter peace.  Then I remembered "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth where moth and rust destroy or where thieves break in and steal..."

And I realized, our treasure really wasn't here to take.  We owned very little of value, but even the little we owned wasn't what we prized.  While I will always miss those special pearls from my husband, I'm not that upset.    All I could think about as I fell asleep last night was how I always wanted it to be this way.  That if a thief broke in they would never find much of value to take because our treasure is stored somewhere eternally safe.  So even though Scott plans to get us a security system so that he can sleep peacefully while he's away from home, I couldn't help but think that what might be better is to put a little sign in our yard that says:

"Our treasure is in heaven.  You won't find much here to steal."