I love old things, especially things that other people might throw away. I can't resist slowing down to see if the junk someone left on the side of the road might be a treasure waiting for me rescue. The Salvation Army thrift store calls my name each Wednesday for half-off day. Yard sales feel like an adventure. Throwing away an old coffee can seems like betrayal. And my grandmother's basement feels like a treasure trove.
Why?
All these discarded items are just waiting to be redeemed, reused, repurposed, restored. To be made beautiful again.
I long for God to do the same in me.
1 comment:
ooo.... I like this! I like the writing style, and the thoughts. I'm glad he continues to make all things new in us. Thanks for sharing sweet friend.
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