Eureka!

In the movies, the archeologist stops, stands up out of his hole, coughs up some dust and says "I can't believe it! It's the lost ____ of the Amazonian __________ Red Ruby of __________ !" or something like that. Of course as soon as he touches it or says the days of the week backwards, something ominous happens. Chincillas take over or a 9-month-term President will win the Nobel Peace Prize. Always something that takes a massive leap of faith.

In reality, whatever he found isn't new. It was a known quantity when it was first made. It was part of life. But time passed. It was buried, maybe hidden. Then, because some unwashed, old guy with a beard and weird hat removed vines/snakes/trash to find it, it is a "Eureka!" moment.

So much wonderful, mythically awesome, epic stuff has happened in my life. But rain, a sore back, and slow internet have hidden the adventure and concealed the treasure. It has already happened. It is still awesome.

Friends, break out your broom, and trash can. You already have treasure at your feet. God has a rap sheet as long as His arm...Time for a Eureka moment.