Folks who know me best might find this post as a bit of surprise. I’m not one to speak about faith very often. However, the spirit of the Christmas season and a recent pick were perfect reminders that “J is for Junk” can also mean Jesus too.
The church pew upcycle brought about a battle of questioning if I was on the right path and sense of peace knowing I was on the right track for the customer’s wishes, much like one experiences in their own faith journey. I was proud of my work on the church pew and didn’t think much of it, until an impromptu visit with a colleague.
While in our faculty lounge, rifling through the discarded library book pile (of which I upcycle), my colleague Heather and I casually began talking about junk. She went on to share about a church that had closed, looking to clear out absolutely everything. Without hesitation, I was on board for what I assume would be a pretty incredible pick. Little did I know (at the time), “J is for Jesus” and he likes junking too. Heather, among all of the parishioners, had been going through the church, choosing their meaningful pieces. She sent me some teaser photos from the church, of which I was left giddy about. More fun, though, was her giddy sense about her new-found appreciation for picking. Her smile and thumbs up sealed the deal for me that I must go.
So, on our wedding anniversary of all days, my Junk Hunk (aka, my husband) and I headed to the church with an empty suburban. He must really love me to celebrate 12 years by hauling junk. It is important to note, we went on to share a nice meal together. These metal letters & numbers were my very favorite nab of the day.
I quickly learned the empty suburban wouldn’t cut it, so we began making piles of what would need to be picked up when we had an empty trailer instead. The piles turned into rooms.
I also loved this combo.
Mother Nature added her white glisten between our two trips.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 reads, “He has made everything beautiful in its time.” These scripture words ring true in my line of work often, but especially during my post recent pick. Thank you to Heather and this beautiful little church to remind this junker that “J is for [more than] Junk.”