Hidden Treasures

June 25 2025

Mama Said

While I didn’t hear this often, when I did hear it I knew better than to cross that line. Not only did I shut my mouth, I headed off to my room pronto. My room was my sanctuary…my time to remember, pray, and read.

Actually to be more precise my closet in my room was my very favorite spot in the house. I had flashlights in my closet that were my very own secret weapon.

All of my flashlights with extra batteries were secretly given to me by my dad’s mom.. Going to her house was like going to the very best shop ever. She had tiny treasures hidden everywhere. When I went to stay with her she would dig out secret treasures and let me choose what I wanted.

I did not have to report my treasures to my Mom because they were a gift from Grandma.

You have to understand Mother didn’t like old treasures. She thought they were junk and she didn’t like junky things because they junked up the house. I’m not sure why but I always loved old things…things that Mother considered to be junk.

I still love what other people call junk. I’m not really sure why but it makes me happy. I still have old things from Grandma hidden away.

I have carnival glass.

I have old salt shakers that Gramma gave me.

I have old angels.

And I have old old plates.

I suppose it’s strange but when I find old plates that gramma gave me it helps me to remember her and the good times I had at her house when I was young.

I also have old quilt pieces and old doilies from my Mom’s Mom because she was a gifted hand quilter and she made delicate doilies.

All of those old things remind me of them especially now that I am retired. In my mind, those are the real treasures of life.

Some may treasure gold and jewels, but I treasure things that are often called junk.

Matthew 6:21 tells us, “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” I have a few old Bibles from people I loved and those. They are unbelievably valuable treasures indeed!

So when I was younger and I was told to “hush” I considered that an opportunity to retreat to my closet in my room and open my boxes filled with treasures my grandmothers had given me.

I’ve always always believed (and found) that God gives me secret blessings even when I don’t expect them. Those quiet moment I spent hiding in my closet were special moments I chose. I wasn’t sent there. I wasn’t in trouble, I was just playing with my old hidden treasures from my Grandmothers.

In God, Deborah

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