Treasures

All the treasures I possess are precious to me, they're just "things" to others but part of life for me. Each little picture or vase has a history all its own. Each one holds a memory completing what I call home. Through time as each was added another memory was built and I love everything I own without regret or sense of guilt. God has given me each one they are mine to treasure and I think he smiles to know they bring me constant pleasure. From the storehouse of my life he is building for me a home far better than this one mine for all eternity. Some day all these treasures will rest in other hands as I pass beyond this life into the one he has planned. There I think I will discover as he welcomes me home he has been collecting treasures each with a memory of its own.