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)