I think I may have mentioned before that my daddy was Hungarian. I may have also mentioned that my father and mother had friends here in Chicago who were from his village. Somehow among those friends was a German couple. I don't remember their names. They were not among the group very often. The only thing I really remember about them is that the man pronounced my last name in the German way, not the American, and that he called his wife "Schatzi". I'm not sure if that was her name or not. I found out later, when I was learning German in High School, that "schatzi" means treasure. Isn't that a beautiful thing to call someone, whether it is a given name, or a nickname?
I can understand how one could call their spouse a treasure. My Bob is a real treasure. In Ephesians it says " Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her ". I can truly see that my husband's goal is to do exactly that, every day. What a blessing to me! I know my husband isn't perfect (who is?), but when I see how he loves me, and I think about how Jesus, who is perfect, loves me so much more, I feel like a treasure!
So what is my treasure? I guess it's only truthful to say I have two. Bob, whose goodness, patience, and faithfulness points me to my ultimate treasure, Jesus.
|Yes, I do treasure his creativity and sense of humor.|
Today we have the One Word at a Time blog carnival over on Peter Pollock's blog. Today's one word is treasure. Click here to find out what others have to say about treasure.