Today’s prompt word, “Treasure” was on my mind bright and early on the country road.
The humidity hanging on a couple more days made my windshield foggy and the road ahead a misty haze.
I switch from dim to bright, to see clearly up close or farther ahead but blurry, I kept trying to decide.
A little or closer to seeing all.
I notice few other morning travelers. I drive slowly, no obnoxious impatient people behind me. No approaching lights undimmed on one of the many curves.
I can’t decide if I’m old or more careful, more slow or more cognizant of what I’ve committed to, what’s required of me.
I chose music over words and a Pandora station different than other mornings.
A song I’d never heard nor the artist led my morning on. Simple words.
A treasure, the refrain.
“I don’t have much to give. But, I give you my beating heart.”
A song about what matters to God, how so very little is so very much.
I won’t despise the day of small things. (Zechariah 4:10)
I thought of a surprising conversation yesterday. I’d asked an agent in a zoom call whether self-publishing a children’s book gives credibility to an author seeking to publish adult nonfiction traditionally.
There was no “Oh, tell me about your book” or an approving nod that says you’re on the right track.
No, neither of those, none of that.
Only, “only mention your book if your sales have been 5000 books.”
Well, good to know, I suppose.
I love “Look at the Birds”, every single word, every color on the pages, every thought that clicked to birth the story and illustrations.
I felt a mixture of naivety and betrayal. Familiar thoughts.
This is when I remember my husband says I’m prone to believing life is a fairy tale.
Maybe or maybe just hopeful.
My heart beat a little faster yesterday when I saw a friend had my book on her coffee table. My soul welled up this morning when my granddaughter said “my Jesus, your Jesus too.”
Like the foggy barely lit road of morning, we see just enough to know the smallest treasured thing is the thing that brings the flutter of a heart well known, well loved and treasured.
Follow your heart for direction more than your misguided ideas of being known, seen or valuable.
“For your heart will always pursue what you esteem as your treasure.”
Matthew 6:21 TPT
Know what matters. Songs in the early private morning, a crayon in the hand of a child, a conversation with a friend who sat close by, listened and understood.
Treasures. All of them.
Continue and believe.
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Treasure. A carefully written thank you note from a seven-year old granddaughter because I spent a few minutes with her helping just a little with a few French words, now that she is starting to learn French at school. So blessed. Note in my wallet where it will stay. Far more valuable than any banknotes in there.
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