We have now moved the pallet three times and I have had to defend my pallet each time (Dad, Dad again, and a friend who helped us move). When we moved into current home we were so thankful to have so many people help us move, but with so many hands there was almost disaster... when our friend saw the pallet in our moving truck, they thought it must have been trash! "Why is there a pallet? I guess we'll need to throw that out..." Nooooooooooo! I began to explain the pallet and how we use it, but only got a confused look. "I think I'll have to see it before I get it."
I think I have now converted the "pallet haters" in my immediate vicinity (yes, even Dad!). There are so many cool things you can do with pallets: build furniture, shelves, decor... I chose to leave mine whole and intact because it seemed like a work of art on it's own.
Not only have I struggled to explain my hobby, I've wrestled to understand how I can use it to honor Him. How does "trash to treasure" share His love? Only recently did it dawn on me: just like I take broken, worn-out, discarded things and recreate them into something new, useful, and beautiful, He takes us, despite our flaws and failings, and gives us new life, new purpose, and a new identity in Him. He reclaims us.
Every piece we renew has a story, just like each of us. I want to share those stories, and my stories. I want to inspire others to see the potential around them, and to recycle, renew, or reclaim what might otherwise be tossed out. And I want to remind myself, and others, that He has taken us --the old, abandoned, forgotten things-- and made us a new creation.
He promises a fresh start, we just need to take it.
We are Reclaimed.