Our mom went to heaven on October 27 and the two weeks following, my sister and I were in a whirlwind to clean out her one-bedroom apartment in order to turn the keys in to management. As we went through boxes, drawers, and closets we were saddened by the realization that our mother had nothing of “value”. Nothing was real. Her jewelry was costume, her fur (a throw) was faux, and her trinkets from the thrift store. She liked clothes and had nice ones but not expensive . Her meager life insurance policy took care of final arrangements with a couple of hundred dollars to spare. Her retirement fund, which she contributed to all her working days, abruptly ended upon her death. Are you seeing the picture I am painting here?
For where a woman’s heart is – there lies her treasure. Matthew 6.21 (my paraphrase)
As executor, I had mail to sort through and some scant paperwork to do – the main thing was writing ten ministries to inform them that Mrs. Chamberlain had gone on to glory and please suspend the donation requests. Also, a few ministries had to be contacted to suspend automatic drafts from her checking account. Oh yes, and her checking account? Had barely enough in it to get her through until her next Social Security & pension checks.
Our mother’s treasure was not in earthly things. Not in things that moth nor rust nor worm destroy; not in things that thieves desired to steal. Her Treasure was in One – His Name?
Her Song of songs.
Her Strong Tower.
Her First & Only Love…
The Lord Jesus Christ.
Now, as my sister and I walk through each day – longing to call her – wanting to turn the key in her apartment door – wanting to take her to Walmart – wanting to take her for a drive – we are comforted by the truth that she lived a life of GREAT VALUE and one that honored and glorified her Heavenly Father and,
we. are. blessed. beyond. measure.