Where My Treasure Is

There is a great scene in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's "A Scandal In Bohemia" where Sherlock must find a carefully hidden item in a suspect's home. He is successful because he creates an event in which the suspect believes the treasure is in danger. The suspect goes immediately to the hiding place, checks on the item, and breathes a sigh of relief. Sherlock then tells Watson that a married woman will go to the nursey to protect her child, a single lady may go to her jewelry box. When there is a threat, a person will not think twice about protecting their treasure.

I live in a world of stuff. I used to play the game, "If we had to run from the bad guys, and we could only take a backpack, what would we put in the backpack?" As I was planning out camping equipment, snacks, coffee supplies, small travel instruments, notebooks and pens, stuffed animals, small toys, and religious items, I realized the stuff wasn't as important as the people. My children and my husband are my treasure. And yet even they are not the giver, but the gift. My ultimate treasure is God.

The Kingdom of Heaven is like a treasure buried in a field, which a man found and buried again. Then in his joy he went off and sold everything he had and bought that field.

Matt 13: 44