Like a Spoiled Goldilocks

Our little scrap of homestead suffered some storm damage yesterday evening.  We were at our friends' house, not having a pond party while we watched a summer storm blow through.  We need rain in this neck of the woods, so this storm was welcomed as heartily as a sibling that lives too far away.  It was a nice little storm at their house.

At our house, the storm behaved like a spoiled Goldilocks.  She claimed one attic window (left open to catch the slightest breeze) for her own, shoved down a tree in our front yard, and chose our new trampoline for a game of fetch.  Only our neighbor fetched it, not us.

The window needed to be replaced anyway.
The tree had already been disfigured in a storm long ago.  We were planning on taking it down before it took down something else.
The trampoline was about 3 weeks old, a mother's / father's day gift to ourselves, er rather, our children.  At least two of my not-so-little people cried over its loss.

"But look," we said. "We're all ok. No one was hurt.  Not even the puppy."  [Poor little puppy was mighty freaked out, however.]

As bummed out as we are about this {very} minor catastrophe, it is a good reminder that the stuff that decorates this life - houses, trees, yards, clothes, cars, trampolines - is passing.  Sometimes at gusts of 60 miles an hour.  If all of our efforts are focused on that which can be taken in an instant, we are guaranteed disappointment at some point.

Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.  But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

Matthew 6:19-21

So the question is, what is treasured in heaven?