How the stuff that hurts us can become the stuff that heals…

garage sale

ladies in sun

Lured by the thrill of the hunt, my Michael and I venture out early Saturday morning. We meet neighbors we didn’t know we had in driveways filled with stuff where one person’s junk may be another person’s treasure.

And in the cast off heaps are unexpected gifts waiting to be discovered.

Discarded junk — hauled from the back of the basement and set out in the sun — has the potential of blessing a new owner.

And you never know what you might find! Recently we stumbled upon two $5 treasures that we quickly scooped up for our kitchen.

bread maker

Keurig K cup coffee maker

And what about the junk in our lives?

The dark side where secret sins or childhood trauma lurk, stuffed in the attic of memory or hanging in a closet where skeletons hide alongside the suits and shirts.

Our junk is treasure in the making that could bless another.

What if that story you’re ashamed to share — perhaps the abortion you had as a young adult or some horrible abuse you suffered as a child or some awful sexual sin you committed as a Christian — contains a nugget of gold when displayed in the light of His love.

Offering the stuff of which our stories are made can provide a trove of survival truth that is the encouragement a struggling soul is waiting and needing to hear.

Our junk turned treasure via God’s mystical Romans 8:28 transformation process has the potential of opening a heart long shut, allowing the healing love of Jesus Christ to seep into the cracks and bring beauty from ugliness.

TREASURE BOX Copyright 2013 Sheila Kimball

FEAR OF THE LORD Copyright 2013 Sheila Kimball

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven...for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Matthew 6:19-21

And no matter the stuff I’ve been through, my treasure is Him.

And His unfailing love.

His tender mercy.

His unfathomable forgiveness.

His amazing grace.

And His healing holiness that can make my heart, and yours, whole.

God has taken the dark parts of my life — my dad’s drinking {which I could not openly admit or discuss until I was in my 20s}, my two divorces, my own shameful sinfulness, and others’ bad choices that significantly changed the course of my life — all the things that have hurt my heart and practically torn me apart and ultimately used it as keys to my freedom in Christ.

My Lord took my junk and made it a siren call, wooing me to Himself. And that is what He will do with your junk too, if you let Him.

I may not ever be sure if I would have come to Him if my life had unfolded without a wrinkle or tear. It was the companionship of sorrow and suffering that helped me hear the still small voice and eventually realize that grace and glory abound in a life lived for and through Him.

Loss lead me into His presence.

Love keeps me there.

And each new day is priceless, full of treasures to be found if my eyes and heart remain open.

Treasures just for the seeking, for the reaching up of arms that long to be held, for the cry that catches in the back of the throat that only He can comfort and for the joy that is simply Him…

~sheila

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