I love that scripture. We are in God’s treasure pouch, that makes us His treasure. Does that not just blow your mind?
I thought about this yesterday when I took my son to the Tellus Museum in northern Georgia. Dak and I had gone to see my mom for her birthday with one lizard (Drago Valentino), one dog (Gracie Lu Freebush) and two mice (Browser and Lucky). We were a traveling zoo for sure. So, when I had the bright idea to stop at the Tellus Museum on the way home, in 40 degree weather, with snow flakes falling from the sky, at first I thought nothing of it.
But then, as I stewed over the idea, I knew it couldn’t possibly work. Drago Valentino, you see, needs heat. Lots of it. He is a desert lizard and is unaccustomed to 40 degree temperatures. He would be a frozen popsicle by the time I returned from the museum. If I had thought of it earlier, we could have done a day trip over the weekend, but stopping on the way home was really out of the question. Drago would turn to ice.
But I wanted to go. This place had some dinosaur bones – big ones. I love dinosaur bones. I love looking at creatures that are so massive we can’t possibly comprehend them, yet God made them, and that means when we walk back into Eden, He just might make them again. I mean, dinosaurs weren’t supposed to die either. God didn’t make death. He made life. We are the ones who screwed that up. So, the Tellus Museum and Drago . . . .Was there a way?
I thought of the scripture. “Your life is safe in the care of the Lord your God, secure in his treasure pouch!”
I needed a treasure pouch.
My purse wouldn’t work. I needed a zipper bag, long enough that I wouldn’t smooch the precious cargo, and you know what? I needed heat.
A plan began to form.
I went to Walmart and bought a Drago Tote – long and with a zipper.
I cut a piece of cardboard for the bottom so he wouldn’t roll around like bananas in a blender, then I purchased two back “heating” pads that stayed warm for 8 hours and stuck them on the cardboard – a warm and toasty bed.
So, the next day, in 40 degree weather, snow flakes falling from the sky, Drago went to look at the dinosaur bones with me. Little dino meets the big bad boys.
Oh at times I crack myself up!
But listen, isn’t this the constant, watchful care that God gives us? We are with Him, in his treasure pouch. And if that is true, whom should we be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)
No one. His jerkiness included.
We are in God’s treasure pouch.
“I will say to the Lord, ‘You are my place of safety and protection. You are my God and I trust you.. . He will cover you with His feathers and under His wings you can hide.“ (From museum workers who have NO idea a lizard just made his way into their museum! And from ANY who seek to harm You!) Psalm 91:2,4
We are safely slung over God’s shoulder, covered by His wings of protection, under His watchful gaze.
But here is the kicker – we still fear when armies surround us, when jobs overwhelm us, when hope seems lost.
We feel alone. We feel afraid. We tend to freak out just a little too much.
The next time hopelessness, fear, or depression hits you, I want you to think about Drago and the treasure pouch. The truth is, even though you may not feel it, even though you may not see it, even though you cannot touch it – you are in God’s treasure pouch. Daddy is there, walking with you, making sure you are safe, unzipping the bag every few minutes, and whispering. . .
“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. I have called you by name. You are Mine.” Isaiah 43:1