I told her it was only for special occasions.
A few days later, she had a little friend over, and she ran inside the house so proud and announced to me, "I have a buried treasure."
"Oh, really. What is it?" I innocently asked.
"I buried my ring." Her face beamed with accomplishment.
The next moments were one of those times you wish you could have a "do over!"
I had her show me where she buried the ring. Then I frantically searched in the dirt, but I couldn't find the tiny ring. I knew it was lost forever.
A few weeks later, a joyous little girl came running into the house. She was covered in dirt and held her clinched fist up towards me and slowly opened her hand. In delight she announced, "I found it. I found the buried treasure."
In her dirty hand was the ring. She found what I believed was a hopeless cause.
She hadn't stopped searching.
She's still "my little treasure hunter" but now she is at work burying treasure into the lives of her children.
My daughter's buried treasure reminds me of the parable in Matthew 13:46 (CEB) "When he found one very precious pearl, he went and sold all that he owned and bought it."
Our Heavenly Father sees each human life as a precious pearl and He gave up what cost him the most to redeem us. He gave his only son, Jesus.
Thank you, Lord for seeing our value, and thank you for not stopping the search. You continue to search for Your treasure in broken homes, religious homes, in drug houses, in churches, in bars, on the streets, in schools and in places of business. Anywhere where there are people--You are searching. You pursue--until You hold us in the palm of Your hand and rejoice.
"I found her/him."