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Treasure Hunt

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Luke 12:34

Going on a treasure hunt requires a few essential items: comfortable shoes, a sense of adventure, a water bottle, a compass, and of course a treasure map marked with a big black X to mark the spot of the chest overflowing with coins and jewels.

The treasure that we seek can be like that in this photo,



or it could be something altogether different. But, in some way we all are searching and looking for something in life.

The desires of our hearts are revealed by the things we search for and spend our time with. While good work ethic and effort are wonderful qualities to posses, they can sometimes fool us into thinking we are the sole captains of our own ships or fleet of ships, depending on who you are.

God desires for us to seek after his kingdom first. God desires for us to seek after Him first, before we go on any wild goose chases or self-propelled treasure hunts.

This week as you work, play and spend time with family and friends consider this:

What do I treasure most in life and how is God leading in that search?

No matter what direction you've been headed, God is always ready to take hold of the wheel. In fact, He'd love to help while you rest knowing He's in control and your ship is safe in His care.

Comments

Mel said…
I keep asking the question you posed. I don't know that I'm 'searching' for something--but I'm clear about what's treasured.

LOL I guess that means that I keep askin' the question, eh?!

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