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Where is Your Treasure?


I read this scripture today and just wanted to offer some encouragement… there’s a whole lot more for us to live for.

God has a higher plan for your life… than what we see in front of us today.

After thinking about what I just read, I’m really starting understand why we are supposed to store up our Riches in Heaven.

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“Don’t hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars.

Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it’s safe from moth and rust and burglars.

It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.

Matthew 6:19‭-‬21 MSG

And my God will liberally supply (fill until full) your every need according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.

To our God and Father be the glory forever and ever. Amen.

Philippians 4:19‭-‬20 AMP

The Folly of Trusting in Riches

Listen, everyone, listen— earth-dwellers, don’t miss this. All you haves and have-nots, All together now: listen. I set plainspoken wisdom before you, my heart-seasoned understandings of life. I fine-tuned my ear to the sayings of the wise, I solve life’s riddle with the help of a harp.

So why should I fear in bad times, hemmed in by enemy malice, Shoved around by bullies, demeaned by the arrogant rich? Really! There’s no such thing as self-rescue, pulling yourself up by your bootstraps. The cost of rescue is beyond our means, and even then it doesn’t guarantee Life forever, or insurance against the Black Hole.

Anyone can see that the brightest and best die, wiped out right along with fools and dunces. They leave all their prowess behind, move into their new home, The Coffin, The cemetery their permanent address. And to think they named counties after themselves!

We aren’t immortal. We don’t last long. Like our dogs, we age and weaken. And die.

This is what happens to those who live for the moment, who only look out for themselves: Death herds them like sheep straight to hell; they disappear down the gullet of the grave; They waste away to nothing— nothing left but a marker in a cemetery.

But me? God snatches me from the clutch of death, he reaches down and grabs me.

So don’t be impressed with those who get rich and pile up fame and fortune. They can’t take it with them; fame and fortune all get left behind. Just when they think they’ve arrived and folks praise them because they’ve made good, They enter the family burial plot where they’ll never see sunshine again.

We aren’t immortal. We don’t last long. Like our dogs, we age and weaken. And die.

Psalm 49:1‭-‬20 MSG

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