Treasure Hunters

I got breakfast with a friend and sometimes I wish I was miced up. I mean I think I am hilarious but also sometimes a breakfeast conversation can revive hopes and dreams. Can help you remember who you are. Guess thats why the bibles talks about needing community so much.

This one was worth recording.

It started with a mini feak out in the car driving down Riverside (Tulsa's scenic 9 mile drive along the Arkansas river) Trying to get answers to questions like, "What the heck am I doing with my life right now?" "When is the next thing going to happen?" "Am I doing what you want me to right now Lord?"

Next up a lil "chat" with the Lord.

Still asking for answers on what the heck I am supposed to be doing.

And finally a breather, a calming worship song (usually Peace by We the Kingdom), and a simple last ditch effort prayer that over pancakes and eggs my friend may have some answers for me.

She didn't. Shocker.

But she did have something better.

A humble heart, willingness to be a vessel, and a close ear to the Lord.

Thank the Lord almighty for friends like that.

After falling into easy conversation, exchanging the how are yous? and what have you been up to? I started to question my intentions and desire to seek answers. I am not one to ask for help...so why start now?

THAT IS NOT ADVICE! Hah. That is self awareness that I need to be doing just that. Way more regularly.

I may have presented myself as present, but my mind was reeling like a fish on a line. Not something I am most proud of. My inability to not only listen but not be present when I've come with an ulterior motive unbeknownst to my sweet humble friend.

But like I said, she was acepting of that. Of me.

So, I shot my shot.

I went full freak out mode, yet again, and maybe it was because I hadn't had my coffee yet (sadly, something that highly affects me) but lets be honest...It was the Lord pushing me to ask for help.

She listened. She nodded.

She "uh huh'ed."

And she was able to do something that I could not in that particular moment.

Remember and Remind.

Now, the freak out in question was about the "next thing." The next step in my life. The next season. Something I am great at looking forward to.

It is also something that the Lord, quite often, lets me catch glimpses of.

Like the click of a shutter opening and closing.

Captured. Proof that it happened. But he also doesn't let me see the photo.

Think film camera type of moment.

You take a photo.

You know you did.

You hear the sound.

The shutter opens and closes.

But did you get it? Do you know what it looks like?

No. You have to wait 1-3 weeks, sometimes longer if you forget about that one roll of film from that one trip, and hope that what you pointed, pressed, and captured was what you saw through the viewfinder.

That is how the Lord shows me things.

Fun right...

I just love to wait.

*please read in the most sarcastic of tones

So I've seen a glimpse of whats next. I have sent my Portia 400 roll in...and guess what?

It's on backorder.

The freak out; what do I do now?

Invest in what is here, in front of me? Commit!? When I know that it could all change so quickly?

How much do I invest? Some? All?! And for how long? Does that make it any less meaningful?

Hook. Line. And sinker. I am the sinker.

Hey It's me.

I am sinking in what I can reflectively see as fear and distrust.

To quote my friend "The Lord pormises. The Lord Keeps."

As the panckaes grew soggy, and the eggs disappeared, I was on the recieveing end of a full blown Isereal moment. The one where they forget God and his promises and what he has done. Yeah, you know those kind. I know you do. No judgment as you can see I've been there and am sure to be again.

But my friend reminded me of the things that I love. What brings me joy and excitement! (Writing being one of those) and she said,

"Instead of living like you are going to be gone in three months, being cautious to commit and invest, do just that! INVEST! COMMIT! You have three months (not actually) to do all that you have wanted, so give it your all! Go do the thing! Find the treasure!"

Now let's talk about treasure.

My freind and I share a common love for what we like to call "getting into trouble."

Meaning: theres always something someone wants to tell you, something someone wants to offer, and something for you to find! You just have to be looking for the "treasure!"

We are self proclaimed treasure hunters.

I have not been looking.

I have been more of a treasure hoarder recently. Knowing what I have coming. Coosing to solumly wait for it. Instead of looking for more treasure here and now!

As someone who is timid to commit and invest, especially when I know it might not be the same in the next week, month, or day...I needed the reminder of who I really am. A treasure hunter.

Here and now.

Joyfully dancing through life and finding my way into trouble. Seeking stories and people just for the fun of it!

The "timeline" doesn't make things any less valuable, it does the opposite.

It puts value on them for a moment.

But heres the thing, it up to me to set the price. So heres my price.

It's worth everything.

And it wont be forever.

So I'm going to spend it all.

"Assuredly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife or children or lands, for My sake and the gospel's, who shall not receive a hundredfold now in this time". Mark 10:30

That was a verse that was spoken over me a year ago. When a commited 23 year old said yes to being obedient and picking up my cross and leaving what I knew behind.

How did I forget that?!

I am rich! And there is so much more treasure to be found!

With full bellies and overflowing hearts my friend and I walked away from breakfast ready to hunt.

I just needed to be given a new map, some coffee ofc, and a reminder.

Thank you friend for reminding me I am more like Nicolas Cage than I thought.