TREASURE TROVE

PRACTICE: Take a leisurely walk through your living space. Look for something that you haven’t noticed in a long time.

My home is a treasure trove – filled with valuables, waiting to be discovered. How could this be? If it is in my house, I, or someone close to me placed it there. Correct. I am telling you I find buried treasure - things I have forgotten or deemed of no value at some point, or I thought it was of such immense value that I put it away for safe keeping.

Before air fryers were the rage, I purchased one. It was advertised as an oil-less fryer which I read as requiring no oil at all. Once I discovered oil was required just less of it, I stored it so well I could not find it when my son wanted to borrow it, so I gifted him one. After he told me how much he was enjoying his gift, I searched and finally found mine. I felt as if I had discovered a pot of gold. The apparatus is large enough to cook a turkey and upon a careful reading of the directions, I discovered no oil cooking is possible.

Treasure number two was found under the sink in the guest bathroom. I was looking for toilet tissue, what I found was a little white convertible VW given to my now thirty-three-year-old son when he was a youngster. How it got there, I don’t know. When I began to fiddle with it, I discovered the miniature doors opened, the front seats folded down to allow entrance to back seat and the little black steering wheel functioned.

Treasure number three has always been prominently displayed in my house. It belonged to my maternal grandfather. He was born enslaved. I don’t know how old the iron cobbler’s stand / shoe mold is. I would never sell it, but my research revealed it has monetary value. More than the monetary value is the connection to my grandfather, whom I never knew.

The point is this – you, the people and things in your life have the potential to enhance life beyond the obvious. When we dismiss, forgot, or take them for granted, we run the risk of missing a hidden treasure.

The VW now sits in my she shed. The air fryer is waiting to be used again. The story of the shoe cobbler’s mold is now shared whenever the opportunity presents itself. They were just waiting to be found.

Matt.13:45,46

PONDER THIS THOUGHT—Treasures aren’t always hidden. They may be waiting for us to have eyes to see them