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Buried treasure. It has a ring to it doesn’t it? Just saying the words brings to mind pirates, strings of white pearls, gold coins and the sweet scent of magnolia trees.

Magnolia tree

Buried treasure in an unlikely place, under a magnolia tree.

Magnolia trees?

For me, yes magnolia trees. Specifically, one magnolia tree, a giant of a tree that dominated my front yard when I was small. Its roots were like gnarled brown fingers swirling and digging down into the earth. I would sit between those roots and look up, especially after the pink and white flowers bloomed. During those times, it was amazing to see how the sun would filter through the petals and take in the scent that fell gently  to the ground.

The treasure of a magnolia tree

One day my next door neighbor, who was far more adventurous than I, suggested that we play buried treasure. This sounded like a great idea to her little sister and I, who would do anything she told us to.

“Great,” my friend said to me. “You go in and see what you can find.”

So, I did. I went straight to my mother’s bedroom and found a beautiful golden ring with three big gorgeous diamonds in it that sparkled every which way. I pocketed the treasure and promptly went outside, where we decided that under the roots of the magnolia tree was the best place to bury our treasure.

Digging holes

We dug and dug, until we had made a deep dark hole. We wrapped the ring in a piece of cloth – my friend’s only contribution to the treasure – where we deposited the ring from my mothers’ bedroom.

We lived in the house for many years after that. Whenever I would climb the magnolia tree or just sit underneath its branches enjoying the scent of the flowers, I would think about the treasure and where it was buried, between the two largest root fingers at the back of the tree.

The secret of buried treasure

I never told me my mom about the treasure and she never seemed to indicate that the ring was gone until many years later, when the house and the magnolia tree were just a distant memory. By then it was too late to go digging around in someone else’s yard, even though I still remembered the tree and the location of the treasure hidden in its root system.

Instead of a buried treasure, it became like so many treasures we bury, a lost one.

Lost treasure

I was reminded of this just recently, by a story of a good a friend of my mom’s. She lost her class ring 50 years ago. One of her heart’s desires was to have her ring back, and God provided that through circumstances that only He could. You can read the story here, Class ring returned after 50 years.

God returns lost treasure

I am amazed by what the Lord does with the treasures, whether they are physical treasures or treasures of ability, we bury or lose along the way. He knows where each one of them are. And, when the time is right, He is known to return them, which makes me think that maybe they’re not completely lost like we think they are, just kept in the hands of the Lord for safekeeping.

“The king asked the woman about it, and she told him. Then he assigned an official to her case and said to him, “Give back everything that belonged to her, including all the income from her land from the day she left the country until now.”

2 Kings 8:6

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