Matthew 6:21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
I've been reflecting on this verse a great deal lately. Thinking about what I treasure, what I worship and idolize and how it impacts my heart and soul.
It is so easy to get distracted by minutia, build it up, put a fence around it, maybe even put it on an altar and worship it.
I don't want to worship stuff, as nice as some stuff is. I mean, stuff has a habit of breaking (especially in my house). Stuff has a habit of becoming outdated. I find stuff doesn't provide lasting satisfaction, just like that whipped cream filled, chocolate frosted doughnut makes me feel full and happy for a little while then leaves me tired, cranky and craving more.
And worshiping people...people are human and no matter how much they love us, how good their intentions are, how brilliant or creative or generous they are, they just can't be anything more than human. When I elevate them and put them on an altar and worship them, they feel the pressure. They also get a little dizzy up on that altar and they tend to falter and not quite measure up to status I've given them in my mind. Perhaps they never even intended to be the object of my worship in the first place.
This week has been one of growth, painful and scary and real. It has been an opportunity to remember that God is in control. It has been an opportunity to remember that no matter what stuff we have, no matter how much I love someone, sometimes that is just not enough. It is in these times of realization that I humbly remember just exactly Who is my Father. I remember that He loves each of us more than we can comprehend.
In this week, I have focused more on God's provision than my own ability. My treasures are not found in things. I love my family but I cannot love them more that God does. My treasure is my faith in God, and when my heart is with Him, I can find peace and hope and comfort in the storms. After all isn't that what Fathers do, give us comfort in the storms? And He's my Daddy. (And yours too.)