Hunting for Treasure
This blog is from guest blogger Linda-Rose Michel. She is working as a volunteer with the Watering Hole having taken time out from her studies at a university in Michigan, USA (hence some of the Americanisms below).
I love the idea of treasure hunting adventures and will look for treasure at any opportunity,
A few Fridays ago my boyfriend, Jake, and I decided to go for one of our usual adventures. These usually consists of exploring a cute English town, Cathedral, or ruin that He/we/I haven’t seen before. It also usually includes me trying to sneak peeks into little nooks and crannies in the hopes of glimpsing some undiscovered piece of history, a forgotten ring, or buried gems. Without fail, I find myself trailing behind Jake, peering through alluring gaps and into hidden cracks with high hopes.
This particular Friday, we had decided upon a quest to Glastonbury. We wandered through the town, stopping here and there, until we ended up at the Abbey. Let me tell you, it is OLD. Being an American, it’s difficult for me to grasp how old things are here in England. Often my friends here will tease me with, “Hey, Linda. See that tree? Older than America” …and to make matters worse, they’re usually right.
We went through the museum full of information and continued the adventure outside. Our touring was almost complete when we found ourselves in the bottom half of the cathedral. It was there I saw it: the perfect little alcove for forgotten treasures. Curious, I stopped to peer inside, and noticed a small gap within reach. First thought: Spiders. However, the idea of treasure just waiting to be discovered was too cool to pass up, so I continued. Shining my light into the crevice, I spotted a mouldy and mossy brown disc. Half-expecting it to be a clump of dirt, I wiggled it out and to my astonishment, it was a coin.
Stunned I stared at for a moment and then exclaimed to Jake at my discovery. For the rest of the night, I couldn’t help but share my experience. The coin turned out to be a 1956 American nickel, which isn’t really all that special. To me however, I might as well have found El Dorado. It holds ten times more value than a shiny new coin.
This whole experience reminded me about the story of The Lost Coin. It’s a story about a lady who had ten coins and lost one in her home. She had nine still, but was determined to find the missing coin. She spent time cleaning her home in search of it, until she found it, and to her, it was greater than all her other coins. That’s how God feels about us. People may make you feel worthless or ordinary, but to God, it doesn’t matter how many coins are out there, he wants YOU.
You mean everything to Him. You are priceless. He has created The Great Treasure Hunt in order to find you, wipe the hurt from your face, and restore you to your true beauty.
