When our kids were little, my wife Sharon was constantly taking pictures of them. She snapped photos of them eating, running, laughing, at school, at church, at the library, at the beach, everything and everywhere. I remember thinking “what are we going to do with all these pictures?” She worked hard organizing scrapbooks for each child, dating and identifying the circumstances. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was worth the effort.
Now, forty years later, I get it. I treasure those photos. They chronicle an exhausting but magical time of our lives. Sharon was storing up good memories back then that she knew would reward us later.
Kind of like the way living a godly life can store up eternal rewards in the future. I’d love to see God’s scrapbook one day.