The Father’s Treasures

As I meander through a Forest of Memories, I take a pause. I reflect on its seasoned beauty. I reminisce on the times Father was there when I felt lost…

I see a hand holding mine when my hopes were shattered. When my dream seemed like a horrible failure. I see eyes of love, filled with compassion that his little boy took his first step. The boy scoffed at this saying, “Look how big other’s steps are… this is nothing.” The Father knew the pain and longing the boy had to go through, the fear and worry, the doubt. It was more than a step. His Father rejoiced as if there were nothing else more captivating in the world.

I see a mother, rocking her baby girl and singing softly, so tired she can’t see straight, giving up ten more minutes of sleep (for the thousandth time) so her little one could feel warm and comfortable after another restless night.

I see a woman, finally working up enough courage to share Jesus’ Love with her coworker for the first time.

I see a man, fallen in the deepest pit of despair, hands over his head, saying to himself, “I am such a failure. How can I get up and try one more time when all I have seen is defeat? The Father touches him on the shoulder and gently lifts his head to look into his eyes. All the man sees is pure Joy. Undone, the man replies, “How can you love me like this? I’ve done nothing for you! Even my tries to do what you wanted for me have been a dismal failure!” Weeping deeply, the man continued, “What can you possibly see in me when so many others have done such great things for you? The father paused for a moment, looked intensely into the man’s eyes, tears welling up, and replied “I am not looking at them, I am looking at YOU. You are enough because you are my SON. That is enough for me.”

The Father gave a wink and a smile and asked the man, “Would you like to take a stroll with me in my Hallway of Treasures? May I share my heart with you?” The man was so undone, he could barely stand, but he nodded in agreement, and took the father’s open hand.

Together they walked through a gateway to eternity, the Realm of the Treasures of the Father’s Heart. As they entered through the doorway, thousands of images of faces could be seen displayed in a glowing golden hallway: pictures of mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, peoples and nations. As the door gently closed, a whisper could be heard fading through, ever so softly…

“THESE are my treasures, son…”