When I was a child in Georgia, our elderly neighbor lived in the 100 year old house across the street. She filled my head with tales of Union Soldiers who once occupied the house as their headquarters, and how the neighbors hid their treasures from the Yankees by burying then in their yards. I felt sure that I would eventually discover diamonds and silver as I played out back in my sandbox.
Starting the day in God's Word
is better than finding a treasure chest of pure gold.