I just sneezed about 20 times, the skies are grey, its a bit drizzly and I’ve been up since 5:30 a.m. It feels a bit like fall and not much like the lazy days of summer. I am sitting at my daughters swim team practice, every morning (monday, tuesday, thursday, friday) I sit here and ponder the greater things of life. I’m secretly thrilled that her early morning swim practice takes us to Sunriver for an hour and a half. I sit in the WARM pool house, listening to the sound of water splashing, drinking coffee and reading Gods word. I love my daughter.

I love my son. Its hard to believe that he is entering high school next year, wears a size 12 shoe and is taking a writing class this summer without any major complaints! In a few short months he’ll be 15 years old, with a driving permit and great hopes of owning a car of his own some day. He’s growing up, dealing with the twists life gives him and emerging a champion.

This summer our family is reading The Books of the Bible, a community bible experience. We’ll cover the entire new testament in 8 weeks. Its a great thing, we read about 10 pages a day and then at the end of the week we’ll discuss what we noticed for the first time, any questions we have, anything that bothered us, what we learned about loving God and what we learned about loving others. Brilliant! What better thing then getting the new testament into your kids over the summer and growing some community in your family.

Luke 2:19 But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart.

Twice in Luke those words pop up. Mary, the mother of Jesus, watched her baby, her savior, from his first breathes to the end of his days. She watched. You don’t really hear stories of her disciplining her child or teaching him, you see her watching him and treasuring the things in her heart. This first time came after the wise men came to visit the baby messiah, they were astounded at the things of God, spreading the words that the angel had shared about the birth of the savior and the sign that he was to God’s people. BUT MARY…kept all these things and pondered them in her heart.

Again Jesus was 12 years old and left behind at the Festival of the Passover…Mary was freaking out because her son didn’t come home with them. She found him in the temple courts, sitting among the teachers, listening to them and asking questions…doing what he loved to do BUT his mother treasured all these things in her heart. (Luke 2:51)

Treasured: To watch thoroughly, to observe strictly; intensive, to guard, watch, keep with care, to lay up, to retain

Treasuring is something mothers do by instinct but I have found myself intentionally treasuring these moments with my children. I think Mary intentionally treasured these moments with Jesus.
Simeon blessed them and said to Mary His mother, “Behold, this Child is appointed for the fall and rise of many in Israel, and for sign to be opposed–and a sword will pierce even your own soul to the end that thoughts from many hearts may be revealed…Luke 2:34,35

Yes Jesus was her messiah, her savior, but he was her son. She knew her time with him would be short and she wanted to record every ‘child’ moment she could. She watched thoroughly and intensely at the savior she knew to be her son. She was treasuring each little piece of him. Storing it up.

I get it, I think treasuring of our children could be a lost art in our culture. We get to busy to watch our daughters swim and our sons laugh. We focus on behavior modification not heart cultivation. We loose the mystery of watching an infant grow into an adult and get lost in the challenges of the journey.

I was going to talk to you about Solomon and I will, but Solomon was someones son and I wonder if she treasured things she saw of him in her heart? I’ll try to find out but in the meantime, do some treasuring of your own. Your child may not be the messiah but he is all yours and soon he will be his own, treasure it in your heart!

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