Where Our Treasure Resides

I crawled into my attic where I have literally hundreds of art work. I photographed some, since in my upcoming trip to NY, I am bringing a few to my wonderful Aunt who will be my tour guide and secretary on my adventure to my Manhattan book signing. As I contemplated which I would be willing to part with, my heart wrenched. How could I part with any? Each piece represented a time in my life, a thought, a struggle, a vision, a moment of joy and loveliness. On the other hand, how could I leave them to mold and rot in the darkness of the attic? I might have the spooky markings of a "hoarder."

Store not your treasures where rust and moth corrupt... for where your treasures are, there is your heart.

Well yes, but my heart IS in that artwork. That is the outpouring of my soul when words could not express what longed to be communicated.

OK, nice rationalization, but still, they are mildewing and smearing up there. Wouldn't it be better that someone get pleasure from them? Art was never meant to be stored in a dark corner where no one could appreciate it. Besides, they are a fire hazard.

Good point. Ok, I sent the photos to my aunt for her to choose from. I hope she will give them a good home.


Even if she doesn't, Beloved, who gave you the ability to paint those images, and who gave you the thoughts to create them? When you return to Me, you will have no need of them. Don't you see...it was only to remind you that I am here, waiting. Your treasure is not in them. It is in the one that gave you the vision and skill to create them. And I am here always.

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Matthew 6: 19-21
¹⁹ “Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, ²⁰ but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. ²¹ For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.