"On Treasures"

It was intermission time at the dance recital of the 15-year-old grandgirl.  The sparkly grandgirl, the one who is 11 and calls me "old lady", and I had made our way to the restroom and back and were waiting for the second half to begin.  I sat down, and she  planted herself in my lap.  I wrapped my arms around her waist, and we talked until it was time for her to go back to her seat.  All the while I was absorbing this moment in time together, fully aware it may never happen again.  In addition to the fact that she is moving, she is also growing up right before my eyes. 

The day before, the 9-year-old grandgirl had run up to me and greeted me.  "Gram Gram!"   It had been a while since we had seen one another. This one is a very deep "Old Soul."  She hugs as gently as a light breeze, patting softly on the back with tenderness.  When you get a hug from her you know it carries every bit of love she has to give.  I treasure them every time.

The dictionary's definition of treasure is "a collection of valuable things; accumulated stock of money, jewels, etc."  My choice is "anything that is greatly valued,"  and I would add "that which money cannot buy." 

Anyone who has read any of my writing knows I maintain I am one of the wealthiest women in the world, and I am often giving examples as to why I feel that way.  These moments with my granddaughters fall in the category of a treasure and reinforce my position. 

I am of the belief that the treasures in my life are given to me by my Heavenly Father.  They are often unexpected surprises that brighten my day, moments that fill me.  And yes, they are sometimes tangible as well. 

 I am quite certain you know what I'm talking about.  If you don't, I would challenge you to examine the occurrences in your life with a new set of eyes.  Each of us has our own experiences, ones that are priceless, seemingly coming out of nowhere, planted deep within.  Those experiences are as varied, as unique, as personal, and as individual as we as people are, and often they come in the midst of difficult circumstances and very hard times.

Physical treasures are often locked away in a vault or a safety deposit box.  The kind of treasures I'm talking about are tucked away inside of me, need no key, and are mine and mine alone.   They never leave me; they become a part of me and who I am.  No one can touch them. 

Let me see.  If I had to choose between the two, which would I choose?  Hands down--I would, and I do, choose the treasure money cannot buy, the one given to me by my Creator.  Wealthy?  Once again, I state that "Yes, I am."

"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights.  He does not change like shadows that move."