Post by Rhonda on May 6, 2009 3:20:22 GMT -5
"In the Right Hands"
By Bob Perks
"What do you do with all the junk?" he asked
as he walked down the hill.
"What you see as junk, I see as possible treasure,"
I replied.
"You call all that treasure?" he asked.
"Only when I see it as something else, something new."
I've been working in my back yard the last few weeks.
It's part of a "keep myself busy" plan. Since the
economy is flat and speaking engagements few, I try
to keep myself busy doing things that need doing around
the house.
I am self employed. Well, unemployed. No, self reliant,
independent, and sometimes bored.
So, the yard and the shed need attention. Next week is
clean up week in my community, so we get to haul all the
things we no longer need to the dumpsters outside the
township building.
There was, indeed, a hidden treasure in this pile of
throw aways. It was during my digging phase that I found it.
My wife decided she wanted to expand a section of the rock
garden in the corner of the yard.
While cleaning up I found this tiny bottle. It's about
two inches high and a half inch thick. It looks like
it had a cork in the top, but I am thinking perhaps a
glass stopper. Like one in a perfume bottle.
Of course, my mind begins to play with all kinds of
possibilities. I wondered who it belonged to, where it
came from, was it a gift from a young man to his sweetheart?
I showed it to my neighbor and challenged him with the idea.
"It's junk! Look, there's a piece broken on the top. I'd
toss it out," he concluded.
Not me. It's still useful. I know every time I see it my
mind will dance. I like seeing it as a gift. Not only
the imagined one from a guy to his girl, but the gift I
was given just because I found it.
It can still hold something. I'll find a small cork and
add a little colored water to it.
When I hold it I will imagine the hand that tossed it aside.
Junk? Just because it's slightly damaged doesn't mean it
has lost it's purpose.
Like me. I've been damaged, broken, chipped and after
all that I still have a purpose. God picked me up out
of the trash pile, dusted me off and found
something new I could do many times.
Perhaps this time, writing is the one thing I was meant to
do all along. Maybe, just maybe, I needed to be broken and
tossed aside in order to fulfill His plans for me.
So, next time you pass by a lost soul, beaten down and
damaged, tossed aside and seen as junk by others,
remember, that is God's vessell.
In the right hands, even a broken bottle is a treasure.
"I wish you enough!"
J
Bob Perks
By Bob Perks
"What do you do with all the junk?" he asked
as he walked down the hill.
"What you see as junk, I see as possible treasure,"
I replied.
"You call all that treasure?" he asked.
"Only when I see it as something else, something new."
I've been working in my back yard the last few weeks.
It's part of a "keep myself busy" plan. Since the
economy is flat and speaking engagements few, I try
to keep myself busy doing things that need doing around
the house.
I am self employed. Well, unemployed. No, self reliant,
independent, and sometimes bored.
So, the yard and the shed need attention. Next week is
clean up week in my community, so we get to haul all the
things we no longer need to the dumpsters outside the
township building.
There was, indeed, a hidden treasure in this pile of
throw aways. It was during my digging phase that I found it.
My wife decided she wanted to expand a section of the rock
garden in the corner of the yard.
While cleaning up I found this tiny bottle. It's about
two inches high and a half inch thick. It looks like
it had a cork in the top, but I am thinking perhaps a
glass stopper. Like one in a perfume bottle.
Of course, my mind begins to play with all kinds of
possibilities. I wondered who it belonged to, where it
came from, was it a gift from a young man to his sweetheart?
I showed it to my neighbor and challenged him with the idea.
"It's junk! Look, there's a piece broken on the top. I'd
toss it out," he concluded.
Not me. It's still useful. I know every time I see it my
mind will dance. I like seeing it as a gift. Not only
the imagined one from a guy to his girl, but the gift I
was given just because I found it.
It can still hold something. I'll find a small cork and
add a little colored water to it.
When I hold it I will imagine the hand that tossed it aside.
Junk? Just because it's slightly damaged doesn't mean it
has lost it's purpose.
Like me. I've been damaged, broken, chipped and after
all that I still have a purpose. God picked me up out
of the trash pile, dusted me off and found
something new I could do many times.
Perhaps this time, writing is the one thing I was meant to
do all along. Maybe, just maybe, I needed to be broken and
tossed aside in order to fulfill His plans for me.
So, next time you pass by a lost soul, beaten down and
damaged, tossed aside and seen as junk by others,
remember, that is God's vessell.
In the right hands, even a broken bottle is a treasure.
"I wish you enough!"
J
Bob Perks