Matthew 6:19-21 — Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
I was writing in my journal last night about listening to the rain. I was enjoying it, especially since there were a few claps of thunder. I fell asleep to that relaxing sound.
I woke up to the sound of an emergency flash flood warning on my phone. I ignored it, and went back to sleep. I was awakened again by my phone, but the second time it was a text from my mom saying that our basement was flooded and that she was going to be right back.
I went downstairs to find standing water at least an inch deep. As my mom and I worked to get everything cleaned up, I was greatly upset to find that my purple footlocker (the one that I mentioned in a previous post) had leaked and all of the papers that were on the bottom were soaked. Among the papers were my baptism certificate, several short stories that I had written, my 2017 PVSA certificate, and several other things that I thought important. I spent the rest of my morning and most of my afternoon sucking water out of our carpet with a carpet shampooer/cleaner.
It made me really think about where my treasures should be. I was so upset by my worldly loss (even though I was able to dry out all of my papers) but in truth, none of that matters at all. If Jesus were to call me home right now, would any of that go with me? Nope. Not a single thing.
It’s actually quite sad that it took a natural “disaster” to make me really think about where me treasure is. I wrote a post recently titled “Things Above” that talked about that, but I hadn’t 100% thought through the fact that NOTHING on this earth matters. It’s one thing to say that “if Jesus is all I have, I have all I need” but as I mildly found out today it’s quite another to lose all of your stuff.
There’s a lot of work to be done in the basement still, but I praise God that the damage was so minimal. He continues to reveal to me every day that there’s a lesson to be learned in just about everything that happens in life. I’m so very thankful that He promises to complete what He started in me, and that despite all of my selfishness and pride He still loves me and is refining me to be more like Him. God keeps telling me to humble myself, and yet I still find myself worried about me and my stuff; I am proof that God is patient!
We’re supposed to get some more rain tonight, so if you would take a moment and pray that the flooding doesn’t get worse, I’d greatly appreciate it. Thanks so much!
If Jesus is all I have, I have all I need.