~these are the days of finding beach treasures~
I owe this post in part to my mom, who texted me a thought on the way to the beach about looking for treasures. We’ll get there eventually.
Are you anything like me? That when you walk on the beach, you can’t help but look down and see what treasures you might find in the sand?
I’m not normally great at finding the kinds of treasures I want. Small perfect shells. Sea glass. Uniquely shaped shells. Maybe it’s where we’re staying this year on the beach. Maybe it’s the weather. But in two days, I’ve found more treasures than I normally do in an entire week.
I think the kinds of treasure you like, whether nature treasures or beach treasures or whatever treasures, says something about you as a person. I’m not sure what just yet.
My mom is the queen of sea glass treasure hunting. Over the years she’s collected several hundred pieces. All unique. All beautiful.
A good friend of ours, who celebrates in heaven, was the queen of shark teeth. She had hundreds, possibly thousands, she found over the years.
My son likes to find ugly rocks. This is his favorite of the week so far. Sort of looks like a skeleton from the right angle.
Naomi’s idea of treasure hunting is finding the largest rocks she can possibly carry and demand independence as she carries them across the beach and up the steps to the house where we are staying. It’s cute really. But painfully slow walking there.
I’ve been a little obsessed this year with finding curly shaped shells. Ones that look like small snail shells. Ones that are long and rolled. Ones that have a spiral. When I find one I get really excited. Such a small moment of celebration.
I think what makes it so exhilarating is the hunt. Looking so closely at a pile of shells, turning them over, and digging through until you think you see one you’re looking for. Sometimes it’s not what you think it’s going to be so you throw it back. But then sometimes, you see it, and you reach for it, and you get filled with this sudden rush of excitement that the hunt was worth it. It’s not always easy to stop the hunt, either. Once you find something, you just want to find one more. And then one more. Until you really just need to stop or you’ll do nothing else all day.
My mom (I did mention I’d credit her, didn’t I) says that the hunt for beach treasure is a little bit like hunting God’s word for a nugget of truth. Her exact words were, “I liken the looking for beach treasures to finding gems in the Bible I never saw before or finding a verse I do need at the moment.”
Isn’t that the truth? You can’t find treasure without hunting for it. Unless you are unbelievably lucky, you won’t find what you’re looking for on a simple beach walk. You have to hunt and search a bit. You might get frustrated and not find what you’re looking for in the exact moment you’re looking. You might not find it for a while. But if you keep hunting, you’ll find something eventually.
I’ll be the first one to admit that I’m not perfect at being in God’s word all the time. I should get as excited about reading His word as I am about finding a cool new shell. I should read it for longer than I spend looking for beach treasure.
I know when I am in His word, speaking truth over my life makes a ton of difference in my attitude and my perspective. Because when the truth of God’s word is in your heart, it destroys the lies you might be believing.
But you can’t know His word without searching. Without reading. Without taking the time to hunt for treasures hidden inside. Sometimes they jump out at you right away because you’re in a season where a particular verse is relevant. Sometimes you’re in need of encouragement or just the right word for where you are but you have to search to find the treasure that you seek. Sometimes it takes awhile. I find that even if I don’t find the exact nugget I needed, I find something else equally beautiful or even more relevant than what I thought I was looking for.
I know personally in my life there have been times where He’s felt distant. There have been times where I felt forgotten and wondered if He still saw me. Heard me. Even recently those lies have permeated my heart. And while I’ve never doubted His love for me, there sure were times where I felt He must not love me the way He loved someone else because all I could see were their circumstances compared to mine. Lies, lies, lies.
The only way I can get through those times is by looking for treasure in His word. His truths are our treasure. And they are worth looking for. Every. Time.
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