To accept that God’s love is unconditional. We must choose to believe in the ultimate treasure. My kids chose to believe the treasure was real. No, what made the difference was the magic and imagination, and belief. It was the same woods as always, just covered with snow. Or the fact that they braved exploring further then they’d ever gone before.The contrast of white against a pink tree marker.Whether it was the magic in the air from the gentle fall of snowflakes.My daughter discovered her magical treasure in the snow-covered woods: However, and this is where I go deep on you, the only true treasure you need to know is the unconditional love of God.Īnd like the snow revealing “treasure”, sometimes you just need a change of scenery or a change in perspective to see something new: To see the true treasure. You only need to take a gander in my kids’ rooms to know that one man’s treasure is another man’s junk. And who am I to squelch the magical imagination of a seven-year-old? After all, treasure can be many things to many people. Well, of course, it wasn’t, but that’s not really the point. ( Don’t worry, we could see them and well, it was snow in the south, so you allow things you normally wouldn’t).Īnyway, my daughter saw some sort of pink marker that she insisted was t reasure that could only be found in the snow. They walked up into our woods behind our house a little further than usual. My daughter insisted she discovered something in our woods she had never seen before. Wake up kids, stop what you’re doing, bundle up in the warmest clothes you can find, and get out there and play kind of magic.īecause the next day, in the south, you may be wearing shorts and tank tops. You could barely tell it snowed, except for the evidence of a few muddled brown snowmen and the little crunch of snow that remained on our back porch. And in fact, it pretty much had melted by the end of the day. We did everything we could because, in the south, snow melts faster than a popsicle on a summer day. They threw snowballs, made snow angels, and slid down our steep hill bare-bottomed. Normally, it’s like grinding teeth to get this child to talk. My daughter even told her granny all about her adventures for twenty minutes non-stop. My kids were soooo excited!!! They could not get dressed fast enough.Īnd boy did they play.
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