This past weekend I attended a ladies retreat in the Great Smokey Mountains of North Carolina. During free time on Saturday myself and four other women went to the town of Bryson City. We didn’t have much time there, but we managed to roam around part of the town having lunch at a small diner and visiting several shops and back again to the diner for some ice cream.
There were signs for a Farmer’s Market and Artisan show, so we walked to see that. On the way back to get the ice cream, our group walked past a small area filled with some junk. As most of us were photographing the scenery and each other, I took some pictures of the junk pile. Yes, I know, of course I would do this.
To discard means to toss away, get rid of.
Passing by ‘junk’, possessions that were once a part of a life. A bed frame that led to sweet dreams or rest, appliances no longer worth anything. Metal left to the elements to rust and rot away.
Discards of life. No longer wanted or needed. An image of a slow rotting of things.
I looked at this area of junk. One time someone’s treasure.
Talking with the woman beside me, I said discards. She immediately looked at me and said, “God never discards us.”
I smiled and told her that’s what I was thinking, and that was the reason for taking the pictures.
Again, I was once more reminded that God speaks to all of us in everyday things. We went out to see the beautiful creations of things in a shop and God showed me junk.
One of my most favorite verses is Matthew 28:20b, “And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” (NLT)
God never leaves us, He does not tire of us nor does He toss us out as useless. We will never be discards in the Lord’s sight.
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