[su_dropcap style=”flat”]I[/su_dropcap] LIVE IN A SMALL community that still provides a service to help citizens clean up their yards and rid their garages, attics and corners of accumulated treasures that once were. On designated days, leading up to summer, people are invited to drag items to the curb to be picked up for disposal by trash trucks – if they are not first picked up by treasure hunters pulling trailers or driving pickup trucks. It’s not an unusual sight to see slow moving vehicles sort of trolling for treasure through the streets. Moments after a trash item is disposed of at the curb, a treasure hunter spies it and quickly salvages it.
Maybe you’ve had a similar experience. How often we hear “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” I’m sure the birth of resale shops had its root in that trash to treasure correlation. I couple years ago I took a class on writing a personal mission statement. Using resources supplied by the organization I was indoctrinated with words that forced me to think about the values important to me and values woven into the fiber of my purpose. That all sounds so philosophical and deep, doesn’t it? But think about it in relation to treasures or trash. If someone asked you right now what you want most in life, my guess is that you wouldn’t say, “I just want to be left alone and be ignored like trash.” Um no. That’s not likely. Wouldn’t you, even with minimal contemplation, say something like, “I want to make a difference, be valued and add value”? There is no trash there.
As superficial as that sounds, making a difference and adding value isn’t a vague statement; it’s genuine. Regardless of choices that have gotten us to where we are now, there are times when we have said, I want to know that my life mattered. I struggle with ‘my purpose’. I have pleading conversations with God to ‘change me’ so I no longer doubt that I am living out ‘His purpose’. Does this ever happen to you? Do you ever feel like you’re living like tossed out trash instead of precious treasure? The creator of treasure completely refutes that in Isaiah 43:1 The Lord who created you, he who formed you says: “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.” That sounds pretty impressive to me. God has said ‘You are mine’.
Christmas 1962 I received my most memorable gift of all – a baby doll. I loved her to well used, then my sister loved her to bald and threadbare. When I reclaimed her for my own daughter, I had a new body sewn because there was nothing left but strands. My granddaughter was looking at my baby doll that you see in this photo and pointed out the broken fingers, dirty skin, and blemished eyes. Do you think I agreed that my baby doll, once treasure had been demoted to trash? No, not even in the most subtle way. Instead I talked about how with my whole heart I wanted a baby doll for Christmas and no matter what she had become, I still loved her; she is still my treasure.
When we look at ourselves through our own distorted view of life, when we feel the cracks in our armor, when the reflection in our rearview mirror is not what we hoped to see – don’t we want someone to come along and scrape us away from the curb and call us not trash, but treasure? God says “You are mine.” Then he unmistakably affirms in Jeremiah 31:3 “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.”
Are you living curbside? What do you believe about you? God’s treasure? Or Satan’s trash? Pay attention to Ephesians 2:10 where it says we are God’s handiwork created to do good.
Psalm 86:11 “Teach me your way, Lord, that I may rely on your faithfulness; give me an undivided heart, that I may joyfully worship you.”