What is the secret of finding the Treasure? There isn’t one. The Treasure is everywhere. It is offered to us at every moment and wherever we find ourselves. All creatures, friends or enemies, pour it out abundantly. ~Jean Pierre de Caussade. sj

Spoken like a true Jesuit! The Treasure is everywhere. God is in all things. I have always noticed beauty. In fact, at least one of my friends who has been on road trips with me believes she needs to wear a crash helmet when I am driving because she thinks I am so distracted by it. My eyes are always peeled for a glorious sunset, the sunlight sparkling off a golden field of wheat, a buck brazenly standing by the highway, or a hawk soaring high above.  God is there…and there…and there. We are so abundantly blessed, if we have but eyes to see. God is a generous Giver and cannot be outdone in the riches bestowed.

Today as I walked from my car to the hospital to drop something off, I cut through a park and despite the grey day, I felt a joy surge through me at the simple task of walking. Who knew that walking could be so exciting? I laughed and thought back to a conversation that I had had with my CancerCare social worker many months ago.

He asked if I found my heightened sense of awe even more finely tuned. I did not think so. I had always been grateful for so much. This morning though, as I marveled at the energy that led me to clean the crisper drawer in my fridge, I realized that I did have a new appreciation of life. The tiniest mundane act brought a smile when before it would have been a chore. Ah, here is the secret of finding the Treasure: It is here, right before you, inside of you, behind you, above you, beside you, below you. It shimmers and waits to be noticed. Open your eyes and delight. Your God awaits you.

Peace,

Suzanne

Reflection Questions:

What treasure caught your attention today?

What mundane act can bring you more joy?

Prayer

Unburied Treasure, You shine all around us, making us richer for it. Nowhere do You hide. That beggar on the street corner, that flash of colour on the bridge, the song the wind plays on the snow…all is gift. All is a blessed treasure. May I recognize You always. Amen.