Dishes. Laundry. Errands. A thousand other things to do.
Nope. Not today.
I have a sick little boy who loves the beach.
“Let’s dig, mom.”
“Okay. ” A small hole forms as we scrape away sand with jagged remains of sea shells. “Maybe we’ll find some treasure.”
“I’m already looking at the treasure, mom.”
“Oh yeah? Where?” I’m doing the half-listening-answer-when-I’m-supposed-to mom thing.
“You are my treasure, mommy.”
Sometimes for a day or an hour or a minute, Glory breaks in and shines a little bit of Himself right on us. And I see a kind of beauty that sends chills all the way to my split ends.
The mighty One, God the LORD, speaks and summons the earth from the rising of the sun to its setting. Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shines forth. Psalm 50:1-2