My astute husband scored major brownie points a few years ago when he gave me the perfect gift: a wooden, velvet-lined treasure box he lovingly filled with my favorite chocolates.
I nearly swooned.
He then told me this was my chocolate, and nobody in the house would touch it. Considering that my normal stash consisted of Ghirardelli chocolate chips in the pantry--which routinely disappeared long before I'd had my fair share--this was monumental.
My delightful treasure chest sits on a small table right next to my bedroom chair. Whenever I need a pick-me-up, a reward, some motivation, or (ahem) the nutritional, scientifically proven benefits of a chocolate boost, you'll find me poking through my treasure chest. With a smile.
The best part of my treasure chest is my hubby keeps it filled for me. That's right--I know where my chocolate is, I know it's always there, and I know it's all mine.
What more could a girl want?
Before you longingly sigh and run out to buy your own treasure chest and stuff it with your favorite chocolates (cuz you aren't getting mine), know this: Jesus is our real treasure. Though He is definitely not in a box, we know He is near, we know He is always there, and we know He's all ours.
The best part is, He always keeps us filled.
What more could any girl want?
"My whole being shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips." ~ Psalm 63:5