The air is damp from an early morning mist and large droplets of water cling to tree limbs and wire fence while small puddles dot the cement patio. Coming back from the barn I want to linger here in the first rays of the sunrise, my heart filled to overflowing with gladness and joy at the opportunity to enjoy the moment – a moment to enjoy the sunrise, hot coffee, the smell of damp earth, land, animals, and family. It was one of those moments when I suddenly recognize and give thanks for the abundance that is all around me and my heart rejoices in all that I have been given.

Lately I have been thinking and writing about hard things – writing about a time in my life in which the Lord slowly pried my fingers loose from the gift that I held and turned my heart towards the giver.  The process was long and painful and one which I wouldn’t want to repeat and yet a process that so turned my heart to God that I look back and give thanks for and rejoice in those hard, rocky roads I have traveled.

As I look around this morning and enjoy the abundance around me, I search my heart carefully.  It is good to give thanks, but I do not want to find so much delight in the gifts that I forget that my delight is really found – not in the gift- but in the Giver.  I remember the words, “Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”  Although I find joy in all that I have been given, I do not want my heart to be tied to these earthly treasures.

I look down at my hand and slowly open and stretch wide curled fingers – it is just a gesture, but it is also a prayer that my hand will not hold to tightly to the gift and that while I find joy here in this moment surrounded by abundance, I will also find that should all I see fade swiftly away in an instant or over the course of long years, my heart will still rejoice to discover that my real treasure is not here but remains eternal.