I’m still smiling from cloud nine. God gave me just what I needed and even more than I wanted. And not a second before or a minute after. He could’ve stopped at my daughter’s day card and my sweet mama moment I shared on my last post.
The card and the rollers right before Mother’s Day. They were enough. To strike a cord and heal a hurt. But God didn’t stop giving. And I could’ve halted my spring cleaning challenge. But I didn’t stop either. So the gifts kept coming.
Instead of throwing in the towel, I threw myself back into shuffling through and shoveling out more of my mess. And for no apparent reason, I changed up the course and switched out the scenery. Plowing into my daughter’s room and venturing where no mama has gone before. Or at least not in over a year. Under the bed. Where the wild things are.
Ten minutes later, I came up for air holding a treasure and a heart full of gold. You see, that same day, I remembered a book my Mom used to read to me over and over (and over and over). A sweet childhood memory. I even planned to hop on line and have it delivered to my front door. Instead, God delivered it into my treasure-hunting hands. I didn’t even know we owned it. God knew just what I needed and gave me more than I wanted.
And I kept digging. “Who IS this mad woman?!” my husband even exclaimed. All day I was a mean, green, cleaning mama machine. Before clocking out for the night, my eyes darted to the infamous kitchen junk drawers. The ones I usually pretend aren’t there. But now they became prey for the predator.
I was one drawer down with two more to go. Close to midnight, I thought about quitting. But I didn’t. Again, for no apparent reason, I completed 1, skipped 2, and jumped straight into drawer number 3. The random, useless one that hadn’t seen the light of day or my hands in years. Elbow in, I dug in deep, tossing out old coupons, clippings, and covered up layers. Way in the back and down underneath, I spotted the keys–mere treasures indeed.
Two Keys. Not just any keys. One for me. One for Mom. I’d lost them long before I lost her. And I was still in trouble (you know you can still be “in trouble” at 30-something, right?). And here’s the kicker. I’d thought about them that very week, and even told my husband I didn’t know if I’d ever find them.
I forgot where I put them and Mom never let me forget it. “Christie, when are you gonna find those keys? You really need to find those keys. I NEED you to find those keys.” I’d hear it over and over (and over and over).
They were simply keys to an empty box. Side by side. Numbered 77. Now they are a reminder that I hold the God-given keys to the Kingdom of Heaven, as I keep digging in and doing what Matthew 7:7 tells me–asking, seeking, knocking. And finding.
Now, should I be surprised to clean up the house and find lost items? Nope. But it’s as much about the timing as the finding. Days before Mother’s Day, God knew just what I needed and gave me more than I wanted.
And it’s about the reminding. He reminded me that there are literally rewards for “going through stuff.” I’m sitting here typing in a mini-van, headed down from the mountains and the spiritual highs of a Christian Writer’s Conference. Much to my dismay, carrying a little writing reward tucked into my suitcase.
I found treasures and gifts this month when I went through my junk, followed by a paper award for writing about my mess. The last thing I ever wanted to write, but the first thing God asked. And I was rewarded. Because He knows just what I needed–and again–gave me more than I wanted.
The book, the keys, the award–meant a lot. But even more, God has far greater treasures stored up for us–heavenly rewards for all that we go through.
Picture your daunting piles and the miles of pain. All that you endure, while still holding on to Him. Then hear this–you will be rewarded for each and every one. I promise.
When my 3-year-old wants me to keep my end of a bargain, she comes in close and yells, “Pinky promise, Mama?!” As she holds out her pointer finger to me instead of her pinky, no less. So here I am holding out my pinky finger to you with my right hand, while holding my left pointer finger up to God, saying, “I promise you–you WILL be rewarded. And girlfriend, that’s a pinky promise Heaven intends to keep. And timing is the key!”
How has God recently encouraged you with a treasure and reminded you that your struggles will be rewarded?
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. Matthew 7:7 (NIV)
I will give you the keys to the kingdom of heaven; whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven. Matthew 16:19 (NIV)
And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him. Hebrews 11:6 (ESV)