they say (whoever they may be?) that into every life a little rain must fall.  Now I know that this is true, and I prefer my rain to fall in the front yard or the back yard or even the driveway, although nothing is growing there.  But I do not want the rain to fall in my basement.  Yet this is precisely what it has done; fallen there and settled there.  This is not good.

What is good is that I don’t store up treasure in my basement, only junk (which as you know from earlier posts, dear readers, is apparently no one’s treasure).  So now I am the proud collector (we savers prefer the term collector to hoarder as the latter has such negative connotations) of wet junk.  A dubious distinction at best.

I know the rain will continue to fall, I just wish it would stay out of my basement! Fortunately, my true riches, my dearest treasures, are securely stored somewhere else, somewhere safe — so I can rest easy.

“Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God!”  (Romans 11:33)

“My purpose is that they may be encouraged in heart and united in love, so that they may have the full riches of complete understanding, in order that they may know the mystery of God, namely, Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.”  (Colossians 2:2-3)

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.  But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Matt. 6:19-21)

sincerely,      Grace Day