No matter how sick I was and no matter how many shots I had to have, I knew if I was tough I would be able to pick a toy out of the treasure chest. How I loved going through the treasure chest. As a young boy, it seemed like there was a thousand toys in that chest. And I had my pick of each and every one. As we drove for what seemed like hours to the doctor all I could think about was what toys may be in the chest. When I sat in the waiting room and another kid would come out with his awesome treasure, I prayed that it wasn't the last one. The treasure chest provided me with hope; hope that no matter what happened, everything would be OK once I got my toy.
I rarely went to the doctor when I was a kid; once or twice a year if that. I had a great childhood filled with football, eating, and playing. But sometimes something went wrong and I had to go to the doctor.
As christians, we have our own treasure chest in Jesus Christ, in Heaven, in the hope of seeing our Heavenly Father face to face some day. In this journey of life that we are on, many days are great and we get to bask in the Grace of the Father without grief or worry. But then there are days when worry and grief clouds our eyes to the point that we can't see our hope. There are also times of chastisement and reprovement when God has to teach us something in order that we grow. Do you know what I mean? It's during those times that we need to remember that Jesus has provided us a treasure chest at the end or our visit. If you are a Christian then you have the hope and the promise of eternal life. As a matter of fact, Jesus Himself is preparing a place for us in His Father's house. In fact, He said in John 14:1-3:
“Let not your heart be troubled: you believe in God, believe also in me.
In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there you may be also."
Since dad died, saying that my heart has been troubled is an understatement. I'm sad, I miss my dad. But God is good, so good! In my time of trouble He reminds me of the great promise that He made to me. He lets me know that dad is digging in his proverbial treasure chest in heaven now. Some day, I'll get to visit my treasure chest with Jesus. But more that that! He reminds me that there will be moments in life that will try us, but at the end of each trial, if we are brave and do what is right, there will be a treasure chest where He will reward us. Our treasure on earth, if nothing else is hope.
God wants you to know that you have hope. Even if you think there is none, there is hope. So with that, I say hold on. Hold on and never give up because Jesus loves you so very much. He died for you.
God loves you and I do too!!
John
