What lurkes in your pocket? Finding treasure close to home

Nothing says 90's more than my first name and maybe a closet full of neon/floral printed button up sweaters. I always loved my grandmother's closet, sure it was just a closet but just by the sheer fact that it wasn't mine it made it sort of mysteriously magical and fun of course. I always found a great deal of comfort wearing my grandmother's sweaters, something about the way they were lovingly worn, came to my knobby childish knees, and smelled ultra clean.  Never fail their was always a fresh tissue in the pocket of every one of my grandmother's sweaters, it was a tissue but to me it was the base of some fond memories of who she was.

Today pockets has evolved in my life, a lot. Just Today a small walk to the mailbox yielded a broken dino raptor leg, an airplane wing, and a candy wrapper from my own pockets, 15 years ago these kinds of finds would of been a creepy collegiate prank of sorts. Laundry is a awesome indicator that I am both a wife and a mother. Doing the laundry becomes more of a exodus of all things stored in a pocket more than it is cleaning, more like a purge of sorts; sticks, acorns, coins, army men, doll brushes, pens, papers...you name it. I think back and their was a day I just threw everything in the wash. I mean have you ever accidentally washed a diaper? Nothing like bloated diaper gel shrapnel says, "Mommy or Daddy".  I am learning something wonderful from my children's pockets, they are full of what they deem as treasures.

Children have a unique ability to see potential in almost anything and often those things will end up in their pockets because they found too much value in it to pass it up. A penny becomes 'gold', a stick a wand, or a hairbrush a microphone. If our children can see something magical in an acorn then what must they see in us? We are too big to fit into their pockets so God gave them arms to hug us and their laughter is often our greatest applause. It is easy to forget that we don't have to be perfect to be loved or valued by our children. What if just for a moment we believed in the power of our own potential? We are more than the 'just', just a mom, just a dad, just a taxi, just a cook, just a referee. What would the world be like if every mother or father could feel even for a second the deep love, affinity, and security we bring to our children? What if every parent believed in the power of their influence and potential? The beautiful thing about being a treasure is that our value never changes. A treasure can be at the bottom of an ocean, under the clay of the Earth or hidden in a pocket but the value never changes, ever, never, ever. We have immense value because we are the craftsmanship of the King. Kids screaming and dirty house be it...our value is as constant as the Lord Himself, unwavering and the innocence in our children see it and so should we, we deserve to believe we are making a difference and a heritage; after all, we were meant to believe it. You are a treasure to your children and your family in their world you wear a cape, even if their is spit up on it, wear it proud!

Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate. Proverbs 31:28-31