A few weeks ago, Doug found a delicious treat – homemade apple caramels. Oh, how they melt in the mouth! As he was walking out the door to head to a meeting one afternoon, he asked if I knew where the bag was. I pulled it out and handed him a piece of the mouth-watering candy. Before I had even handed it to him, there came Angela, skipping her way down the hall from the back room – about as far away from the kitchen as possible. She waited for her piece of candy and then skipped back, taking a piece to her sister along the way.
Just for the record, it always amazes me how my kids sometimes can’t hear me speaking to them from across the room and yet they can hear a bag crackle from the other end of the house! That’s not the primary point of my thoughts today – just a humorous side thought. But, I think it is an appropriate thought nonetheless.
The main train of thought has more to do with Angela leaving her beloved display of porcelain dolls, dresses, and shoes to come skipping down the hall for a treat. As involved as she was in her afternoon play, she was still in tune to what we were doing at the other end of the house – in tune enough to know when we pulled out the treat. She honestly didn’t know what we were getting out. She just knew it had to be something good if it was something we wanted!
What a precious picture of how we are to be with the things of God. Living on this earth, we have things that we must – and want to – be involved in. It may be work. It may be fun. It may be an obligatory interaction or a deep friendship. Whatever it is, how often do we get so immersed in it that we miss the treasures God is pulling out all around us? We miss seeing an answered prayer that could be as sweet to our soul as a piece of apple caramel is to the tongue. We miss a sunrise or sunset. We miss a child’s excitement. We miss an opportunity to share in a conversation. Often it would only take a few seconds to notice and then continue on in our work – much encouraged, I might add. But, we don’t take even those few seconds. Why? Not because we don’t want to, but because we are not tuned in.
Angela knows that occasionally Doug and I dig out a treat, and she knows to be ready. God’s treats and treasures are more profound than even the most mouth-watering piece of homemade candy. Are we tuned in to them? Do we have one ear cocked and one eye opened to the little treasures around us? I for one don’t have a habit of it. But, it’s something I’d like to establish.
Meanwhile, though, I’m thankful that He doesn’t always wait for me to notice His treasures. Just like Angie’s habit of tuning in resulted in Olivia being handed a piece of candy as well, sometimes God lays on a friend’s heart the urge to share a missed treasure with us. How thankful am I that He is patient with me while I learn to notice His treasure.
Maybe one day I’ll be the one to not only notice, but to share as well.