Most Treasured

It's been a beautiful weekend here in Sunny. We spent Saturday doing yard work...yes, even I pitched in which will be quite a shock to some of you. You know me far too well. After filling all our recycle bins and most of our trash cans with greenery, we sat down to relax for the evening. Our hopes of snuggling in with a good movie didn't last more than a few minutes.

DJ received a call that the gate had been left open on their job site. We all loaded up in the big truck for our adventure. (Max loves to go for a ride once in a while.) It took about 45 minutes to get there and that was some good snuggle time for our guy. He was a bit too scared to look out at the zooming traffic and scenery, so it was purely time to be with Mom & Dad!

Upon our arrival, we saw that not only was the gate open, but the lock and chain were missing. "Uh-oh." We then found that every lock box and some of the trailers (it is a very large building project) had been broken into. It seems tools were the primary target... or they may have been planning a return trip for more goods later.

Sunday morning we visited a different church and ran into our dear friend Ruthie after service. (We ran into her by opening her car door and sneaking into the back seat of their Buick while she was resting, waiting for her husband.) As our visit was ending, I noticed quite a treasure. Her Bible was on the floor next to her purse. The tabs were worn down and the spine was falling apart. Rarely does something touch my soul more than the sight of a Bible that's clearly been covered with tears, spotted with hand lotion and has a few pages worn at the top with those patches of thumb-rubbing...

I firmly believe the thieves at DJ's job site need a Ruthie praying for them. Perhaps they have one, but the prayers need to continue for awhile. If only they knew the Treasure in Ruthie's Buick is far more valuable than any jack-hammer, saw, roto-tiller or such...