WHAT WE CELEBRATE! WHAT WE APPRECIATE! By Lori A. Alicea

What you appreciate, appreciates…
Author and speaker John Maxwell

What you value, increases in value.

We all are blessed beyond true riches.

Riches are seen through the eye of the beholder.
Riches are what we celebrate!
Riches are what we appreciate!

I’ve always considered myself a very rich woman.

I enjoy health, love, family, grandchildren, a great church, and don’t forget crafts and tons of glitter.

In this moment while I write, a choir of birds have gathered in the winter trees practicing a cantata of songs for their summer concerts as I am privileged to listen in.

Three sweet boys and seven beautiful girls call me Gaga.

Homemade chocolate chip and decorated sugar cookies hide in the freezer for those little people in my life; saving a few of them for myself I admit.

Best of all, my handsome husband just called for no other reason than to say that he loved me.

Yes, I am a rich woman.

Regardless that the vehicles we drive are junks.
Regardless that our closets remain half empty.
Regardless if our bank account balances reflects a different opinion on Wall Street.

Riches are seen through the eye of the beholder.
Riches are what we celebrate!
Riches are what we appreciate!

 There’s always something good to see, something good to say.

It’s all about perspective.

Every now and then an old fashioned treasure hunt of a situation or someone might unearth an unexpected gold mind of riches.

Years ago I wrote about such a treasure hunt.

THERE’S ALWAYS SOMETHING GOOD TO SAY
By Lori A Alicea

 Ever known a person who just rubbed you the wrong way?  Knowing that same person, if you had to say something good about them, could you?

 Those were questions from a family broadcast, encouraging listeners to begin to believe the best in someone, even if it required a treasure hunt of their character to find it.

I was standing in my husband’s garage one morning when I remembered the broadcast about treasure hunting.  While my husband doesn’t even come close to falling into the category of “rubbing me the wrong way”, yet loving him greatly as I do, I decided to take the treasure hunt challenge and wondered if anything in this garage would bring him honor.

Flipping the light it’s obvious no fancy cars or fishing boats are parked in this garage.  Though thrilled he’d be for either one, neither would mean anything worthwhile.

While stepping through this “hard hat” area I felt consumed by so much “stuff”.  Seemingly lost in a man’s world, I started to doubt my quest, yet minutes before stopping my search was victorious, when one blue zipper bag was found.

At first glance, one might question the honor in a blue zipper bag.  One might cringe at its worn, greasy appearance.  But honor goes beyond the grease, as the real treasure hidden inside this blue bag was an assortment of old rusty, tools.

For Father’s Day one year I bought these tools so my husband could change the oil and rotate the tires.  That day these tools were shiny and organized.  Now they’re stuffed in a tattered bag, giving the impression they haven’t been cared for, but just the opposite is true.

Over the years I’ve watched my husband become a servant among servants, helping others with these tools.  Changing oil became fixing breaks and whatever he’s learned to do since then, mostly requiring a hot meal as payment.

Occasionally I watch my husband working under the hood, curious how parts on the garage floor ever get put back correctly.  Yet hours later when I hear the engine running, I stand amazed that though I have the college degree, he truly is the smarter of us both.

Looking at these tools, I recall harsh weather my husband has labored in.  I see the mismatch set, remembering frigid slush he searched through after his tools had accidentally dumped.  I see their rust, feeling soaked myself as he’s worked beneath cars in a downpour.  Then I see that great smile he wears regardless of it all.

Maybe a hot meal doesn’t justify the effort of “being a blessing”.  Maybe it does if you see blessings as released boomerangs; so faithful they return.

“Finding the best” in a situation or someone is always worth the hunt, as treasures are buried everywhere, even hiding in some blue zipper bag.

So many years have passed since this old column of mine was published.

Yet time hasn’t diminished my admiration for a hard-working man who keeps us out of car payments by keeping our old cars running.

My husband’s heart is still that of a servant, helping others whenever he can, still for the sticker price of a hot meal.

Living in this old country town during the summer you’d find my husband and I sitting outside on lawn chairs sipping coffee and waving at passerby’s, seen as the town’s billboard for two people in love.

Yes, I am a rich woman and nothing or nobody can ever tell me different.

Because
What you appreciate, appreciates…
Author and speaker John Maxwell

 And I appreciate all that God has given me.

I celebrate!  I appreciate!

2019 england cova with ice cream cone

I am a rich woman.

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Author Lori A Alicea and her beloved husband David of 25 years thank you for sharing a moment of your day with them at Apples of Gold Encouragement. It is their desire you experience their heart for family, love, encouragement and God through the words God has put on Lori’s heart to write. They are hopeful you discover a few treasures of encouragement, realizing we all share common threads in our lives. Be blessed in your day.

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