Every Friday I join a community of bloggers for Five Minute Friday. One word prompt, five minutes. Unedited. The prompt this week is … Treasure.
Our youngest granddaughter is with us four days a week while her parents work. The schedule is not the usual 9-5, so she is often here after the dark settles in.
Without fail, when she notices the darkness, she heads for the drawer in the kitchen that contains what is needed for this nightly ritual.
“Mimi, let’s go do shadows.”
We head to my bedroom where with the little flashlight, we do shadows on the ceilings and the walls. After so doing, she announces in her best pirate voice, “Let’s find treasure!”
As young as she is, she knows treasure means something good, something valuable, something to be cherished and cared for.
The treasure she hunts for with her flashlight are small down feathers who find their way out of our blanket and are scattered on the rug. She examines each one carefully, turning them in the faint light to see the shadows they create.
She handles them very tenderly and carefully, because of course, they are treasure.
Having lived more of my life than I have yet to live, I have found my treasure as well:
“And He will be the stability of your times, A wealth of salvation, wisdom and knowledge;
The fear of the Lord is his treasure.” (Isaiah 33:6, NASB)
Oh… So sweet.
I love how you serve your family So well.
Thank you, Michele. I am in tears as I feel like if miss the mark so often. Grateful for the Lord, that is all I can say. Thank you, friend!
This is so precious, Joanne! What a treasure to be able to spend four days of each week loving your little granddaughter. I rejoice with you for the opportunity to sow into your relationship with her in this special way.
Lisa, I have each of my three granddaughters until they have begun school. I actually feel they are the ones who have sown into my life. The blessings and lessons they each have brought to me have made my life so much richer.
God thinks I’m a treasure,
and His love is hale and hearty,
but I’ll wonder ’bout His pleasure
when He gets to see me party
in one of Heaven’s pub-crawl dives
where barman’s got a cricket bat,
and the patrons need nine lives
just like a clever alley-cat
when we come, my mates and I
from Elysium’s rugger pitch
having left losers to lie
and sleep defeat off in a ditch,
and arriving, well, defenestration
becomes our mode of celebration.
Andrew, God surely thinks you are a treasure and He celebrates your life each and every day He gives you breath!
These days and memories are creating sweet treasures all their own!! Love your evening ritual:)
We do too. Interestingly enough, we need more batteries for tonight’s search 🙂
Aww, this is so sweet.
Thanks for sharing.
How beautiful that she knows where to go and what to do in the dark. Valuable life lessons for me to ponder on….
Lisa, I am amazed each night as she leads the way in the dark. She has no fear. None. I have learned so much from watching her each time.