Then he went down to Nazareth with them and was obedient to them. But his mother treasured all these things in her heart. Luke 2:51
But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke. 2:19
“I love you”. This may be the most priceless phrase we have ever heard. Be it from our parents, siblings, boyfriend, husband, or even friend – we all love to hear I love you. It’s validating and reminds us that we have something inside us that’s loveable. Perhaps we store up I love you’s in the recesses of our hearts and minds. Stockpiling them for the day when words aren’t so kind and circumstances leave us questioning our worth and value. But Mary, Jesus’ mother, kept a different sort of stockpile. A place of treasure in her heart where she stored the mysteries of Jesus.
The things the shepherds said about Him in Luke 2. The words and actions carried out by Jesus himself in Luke 5. The Bible tells us that she treasured these things up. She pondered them and thought about them. Not only did she save up the I love you’s and validations from Jesus, but the mysteries. The things she knew were important but may not have fully understood.
I wonder what the possibilities would be if we choose to do the same? To keep a variable treasure record of the spiritual things in our lives that leave us wondering…wanting more…but a bit confused…as if staring through a murky window…
In the past I have kept a blessings journal to record of the things I am thankful for. I have kept prayer journals with prayers and answers to those prayers. Yet I haven’t kept a record or even considered treasuring up the things in the Bible that leave me a bit confused. The passages of scripture that stand out clearly, but something about them is too scratchy for me to ponder on a deeper level. The things Jesus speaks into my heart that I would rather ignore than treasure up. What if I, what if we, choose to keep a treasure book, perhaps even a treasure map so to speak, of these things?
Might it lead us into deeper water than we have dared to swim towards in the past? What if we treasured up such mysteries of The Lord, the Gospel, and choose to look back and ponder on them every now and again?
Because I believe Mary was on to something. She knew her son would have to die. Something nearly impossible for a mother to wrap her brain around in spite of the ultimate good it would bring. She needed to take in all these things she didn’t quite understand so in the end, she could somewhat understand the mystery of His love while still standing in the shadow of His death and resurrection.
If we choose to also treasure up such mysteries and nuances of the Gospel and His love, might we better understand not only the lovely things in our lives, but the unlovely things that somehow manage to bear fruit?
Starting today and for at least the next year I plan on keeping a treasure journal. A book of the verses, phrases, happenings and things I know The Lord is calling to my attention, even when I don’t fully understand. And I can’t wait to see the treasures these small tidbits of information lead me to as I choose to be more intentional about choosing to notice and record these things.