I’ve been writing this week about how to experience life as God’s treasured possession. I happened to walk into a tiny little thrift store that’s just opened in our town, and I find all of these treasures--as if they were put there just for me. A new spring jacket from a store I love but only window shop in, my favorite perfume, even a face serum I love but can never afford. It was as if Someone mined my heart for all the little things I had been wanting but would never buy.
And here they all were, so inexpensive I kept asking the owner, “Are you sure? Are you sure?”
I felt so treasured with this lavish display of what felt like God’s love for me in a language I understood.