Trinkets, Treasures…or Trash?

We’ve been in vacation mode for a week and have decided doing what isn’t our norm is the best way to embrace this time.

So we went to a flea market.

No idea why calling it a name that intimates people selling bugs, but what we found was a mixture of Goodwill, garage sale and quirky collectibles spread over a large parking lot.

Tables of bling, with massive amounts of jewelry scrunched into a tiny space. More shine per square inch than I’ve seen.

Old CD’s and DVD’s, glassware and dishes from various decades, odd knick-knacks.

Clothes piled high with no rhyme or reason as to size or type.

A few relics from our past, which brought grins.

Bunches of Beanie Babies. We’d search for special ones for the kids years ago.

Spice Girls dolls from the 90’s. My youngest loved their movie and knew their songs.

Baskets of Lego pieces. Tiny blocks of sheer frustration.

Precious Moments figurines. Little ceramic big-eyed children in a variety of poses that were big collectibles and sweet gifts because you could find them to suit any occasion or need. I had one. Once. My son accidentally destroyed it with a well-kicked soccer ball. Indoors.

Funny. It was a child holding a soccer ball.

There were several ways to peruse the market stands. Methods spurred by purpose. Some folks were looking for great deals. Others were there with great need.

The uncommitted wander-and-glance method. That was what we chose to do. Not looking for anything in particular. Just enjoying the experience.

The focused-object method, where people zeroed in on specifics. Tools, a particular record album, a specific kind of jewelry.

The method that took the most time was the treasure-hunt method. Carefully going through piles of things with the hope of finding the prize buried beneath the rubble.

Folks knelt by piles of things, carefully pulling out one item after another, placing it to the side and then inspecting it further. Whether it was a shirt or a special tool, care was given to the search. This wasn’t settling for what would work in the moment. They saw with practiced eyes what was of value to them. Time wasn’t the factor.

Great finds can be had in places like this. Sometimes articles of great worth are being sold cheaply because the owner doesn’t know or appreciate the value.

People often pursue and befriend others by the flea market methods of perusal.

Some prefer relationships at a wander-and-glance level. Not too vulnerable nor committed. Surface friendships that don’t require authentic and transparent interaction.

Others enjoy the focused-object friends. Those who are like them. Who reinforce who they are and don’t make them stretch to grow.

The treasure-hunt method of relationship is taking the time to see the value in those around you. Not rejecting out of hand those different or needier, those whose value isn’t readily obvious. This takes time.

True treasures can be found in anyone.

It’s how God sees us. Treaures valued beyond our understanding. Unique finds made in His image.

Who knew life could be such a rich reserve of relationships?

Can you dig it?





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