Garbage Picker Vision
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You never knew when my wife was going to have one of her attacks. No, it wasn't a medical condition, but it used to happen as we were driving through our neighborhood on garbage night. And suddenly she'd go, "Stop! Wait!" And I'd say, "What's the matter?" And she'd say, "Look at that chair." Actually it was the remains of a chair, broken, pretty gross I thought. And then she'd say, "Hey, let's take it." I think there's a name for that. Isn't it garbage picking?
Well, of course, my sons were in the back seat. They'd just roll their eyes and go, "Oh, no, Mom. Please, please don't do this to us." Well, the only compromise we ever worked out is that she would allow us to come back after it was dark, which was merciful. Do this by cover of night.
Now, a couple of weeks later, and this happened many times, I would come in the house and say, "Hey, that's a beautiful chair! Where'd you get that? Where'd you get the money for it?" And she'd say, "There wasn't any money. Remember that chair we got out of the garbage?" Well, yeah, my wife was a garbage picker, but she could look at some old piece of furniture; she could see something that the rest of us just don't see.
a sensitive person, an insightful person, a leader, a listener, a fighter for what's right," whatever potential God gives you to see in them.
Somewhere near you is an assignment with a name; someone waiting for another person to see the Peter, or the rock, in them. Stop for someone that others might be walking past or even throwing away or trashing. Pick them up and patiently build them into all they were meant to be.