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Hidden Treasure Behind My Shed

Hidden Treasure Behind my Shed

While moving some dirt and pruning vines this week, we found a buried treasure!!!!!!!  

A treasure buried quite a few years ago by some little boys playing rancher behind the shed.  The treasured Hereford bull that completed the set was dug up, washed off and not is on my window ledge!  I see the scene in my minds eye as if it was just this morning on a warm summer day.  
 
The playhouse was wide open and homemade weapons including the wooden guns or bow and arrow were being created (and used) while the littlest brother ran circles with Buster- Our cowboy was managing his herd on the dirt hill.

Now years later with digging, rain, wind and erosion-the treasure is found.

God is unearthing buried treasure in my life and heart as well.   It has been a painful process digging through the compost and rot of caution, doubt and fear that can build up on one's soul. 
 
The treasure of the dream and cry of a young girls heart.  I'm washing it off and putting it out in the open.   Vulnerable.  Laid Bare.  Real.

God, help us guard our hearts.  Help us guard what we treasure and what we allow in.  From the heart springs life and we want that life to be yours.  Thank you that you dig in and clean away dead and the rotting to bring to life what we have forgotten!

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