I am a rich woman. My wealth cannot be measured by worldly standards. My wealth seems strange to those who do not understand it. I have no fancy objects to show for it. I have nothing on paper that would indicate masses of acquired wealth.
My wealth is so different. So unique.
Every now and then, my soul needs reminding that I am, indeed, a very rich woman. When my flesh wants more, needs more, desires more, just has to have more…I need reminding again and again. How quickly I forget about my infinite wealth and where it truly lies.
The things of the world–they will never satisfy my heart. I know the truth–the things of this world will soon pass away. Before I know it, they will be gone. In a heartbeat. No matter how much earthly treasure I accumulate in my life, it will not matter on that day. When I stand before the Almighty, will He be pleased with my accumulated earthly wealth? I know not.
But oh my children. I look into their eyes and there I see my wealth. My true treasure. There I see riches that can never be taken away from me. I look at their faces and I know that I am a rich woman. They are treasures far greater than any earthly possession. They are my finest gold, my most sparkling silver, my shiniest jewels. They are His most perfect gift to me.
For where your treasure is, there will be your heart also. Matt 6:21
They are my treasures on this earth. How rich I am because He bestowed upon me the ultimate calling. Mother.
I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, who summons you by name. Isaiah 45:3