Reflection: When I was a little girl, I kept a pile of my dad’s toenail clippings under my pillow. As you do. He was away travelling a lot, and before he left, he trimmed his toenails. For some reason I decided to scoop up the clippings and treasure them. A piece of my dad, a tangible (albeit weird) reminder of him. It was a treasure that reflected my heart.
I think it is fair to say I have since drifted in my treasure keeping to more publicly palatable items.
I have stored up treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy. . .  and annoyingly they do reflect my heart. I lean on the consumption of things rather than on God. I miss the treasure of relationship because I isolate and measure myself against the world’s view of success. I put myself first—a treasure that reflects my sinful heart.
I want to live in the freedom of generosity that Jesus paid for with his life.
Prayer:Â Thank you, Jesus, for calling me into your story of freedom and generosity. Teach me not to store up treasures on earth but treasures in heaven. Show me how to live in faith. Amen.