Precious Stone: This is your value in Christ’s presence.
I visit with Him in the quiet of my prayer. He shows me my worth in the palm of His hand. (Only deity can do this.) Did He pull it from His pocket or from behind the wall of my chest? The precious stone, He turns it softly in His hand as He explains to me its nuances in soft whispers.
Access and Location
I have learned I am unable to pull it out with my own hands. I only know it sits somewhere within my chest: somewhere between bone and beating ventricle, but, I can only scratch at it. It’s exact location is unknown and I wonder if it moves about like a small bird in the cage of my chest.
My body acts like a fleshly time capsule for His timeless treasure. This deposit is your making. It’s unearthly and eternal. It longs to return to Him and spend time in His presence. This is the only time its angles get to catch the light as it was meant to.
I must not be trustworthy enough to hold this deposit in my own hands. He knows my humanness and my bent towards personal desperation. Perhaps God knows I will ruin it in some way, try and alter it, add to it, scratch at it, accidentally defame it, or pawn it off to some loser in an exchange I will never win on.
I have learned some people will sense its essence and even appreciate it, but they can never quite define it. They can never help me pull it out and get a clear look at it, not like the Maker Himself. They are sweet to try. I thank them for noticing and making an effort on my behalf. But I no longer lean in on their opinions with bated breath. I thank them, try and return the favor of appreciating them, and move on to whatever God is calling me to next.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” – Psalm 139:13-14 NIV