In Isaiah 45:3, we read: “I will give you the treasures of darkness and hidden riches of secret places, that you may know that I, the Lord, who call you by your name, Am the God of Israel.”
“What about this one?” Grandfather peeped over the rim of his glasses, shook his head.
“Doesn’t have to be the biggest. Sometimes the best quality can be small.” Timmy dropped the large rock on the ground.
This week they’d camp in Pisgah National Forest. Today they'd mine for precious stones. Tomorrow they’d hike up to Looking Glass, the next day, tubing.
“Look at this purple rock.” Timmy washed some of the sand and gravel from it. “I like it.”
“Looks like an amethyst. Nice find. Didn’t jump into your hands, huh?”
“No. I had to dig for it. It was hidden under the dirt.”
“You know, Timmy. The Lord promises us treasures. Treasures hidden in secret places.”
“What does that mean exactly?”
“Under heat and pressure, over time, gems are created. We have to dig for them.” He looked at Timmy. “The Lord loves us more than gems, right? We’re his jewels. He puts us in dark places...”
“Like when bad things happen?”
“It’s hard to trust in the dark place, when you can’t see your next step,” Grandfather confessed. "But the Lord knows what He’s doing. He’s in the process of making treasures.”
“But it’s scary.”
“Yes, but He wants me to know that He, the Lord, calls me by my name. And the hidden riches will come to light.”
“We’ll get hidden riches?” Timmy’s eyes sparkled.
“We’re the jewels.” Grandfather chuckled. “We must be cut and polished so the light can shine through.”
“Wow. That’s amazing.” Grandfather grinned.
Kingdom Thinking. The Lord brought me from a hidden place. Now through his love and grace, He’s in the process of making me into one of His jewels. He loves me and promises never to leave me. Would you like to be one of His jewels? Come to Him.
“What about this one?” Grandfather peeped over the rim of his glasses, shook his head.
“Doesn’t have to be the biggest. Sometimes the best quality can be small.” Timmy dropped the large rock on the ground.This week they’d camp in Pisgah National Forest. Today they'd mine for precious stones. Tomorrow they’d hike up to Looking Glass, the next day, tubing.
“Look at this purple rock.” Timmy washed some of the sand and gravel from it. “I like it.”
“Looks like an amethyst. Nice find. Didn’t jump into your hands, huh?”
“No. I had to dig for it. It was hidden under the dirt.”
“You know, Timmy. The Lord promises us treasures. Treasures hidden in secret places.”
“What does that mean exactly?”
“Under heat and pressure, over time, gems are created. We have to dig for them.” He looked at Timmy. “The Lord loves us more than gems, right? We’re his jewels. He puts us in dark places...”
“Like when bad things happen?”
“It’s hard to trust in the dark place, when you can’t see your next step,” Grandfather confessed. "But the Lord knows what He’s doing. He’s in the process of making treasures.”
“But it’s scary.”
“Yes, but He wants me to know that He, the Lord, calls me by my name. And the hidden riches will come to light.”
“We’ll get hidden riches?” Timmy’s eyes sparkled.
“We’re the jewels.” Grandfather chuckled. “We must be cut and polished so the light can shine through.”
“Wow. That’s amazing.” Grandfather grinned.
Kingdom Thinking. The Lord brought me from a hidden place. Now through his love and grace, He’s in the process of making me into one of His jewels. He loves me and promises never to leave me. Would you like to be one of His jewels? Come to Him.
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