I am sure you have heard the expression, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.”  As a child, I never really thought about the final resting place for trash.  I knew our garbage went into indoor trash receptacles, on to outdoor trash cans, out to the street on trash days, then finally into the trash truck.  From there, out of sight out of mind.  Then, one day my dad and I loaded up our pickup with a big load of worthless junk and drove off to dispose of it.  We wound up at the Bellmead city dump where we paid to get through the entry gate and drove to the massive, sprawling trash heap of random debris where we made our deposit.  Now, I knew where the trash went after it left our street.  With my newfound waste management education I had this whole garbage removal thing figured out, right?  Then came the confusing day my grandfather took me to the city dump.  My childhood brain was puzzled, because Papaw’s pickup bed was empty.  Soon I was informed that we were not there to make a deposit, we were there to shop.  The smelly landfill became a department store, waste department store.  It was like a rummage sale; we rummaged through the rubbish.  We were looking for anything Papaw could either use, resell as-is, or repair and sell.  After my initial shock, I actual began to enjoy the adventure.  This was much more exciting than the routine trips to the organized grocery store with my mom.  No numbered aisles here.  This was a real scavenger hunt.  It was like mega-dumpster diving. We were pioneers in recycling.  That day and every other day we went treasure hunting at the dump we left with a full load.  Papaw saw the items in the landfill differently than the people who contributed them to the dump.  Things others had given up on, he saw potential in.  Sounds like God, huh?  He takes castoffs and throwaways and restores them to their highest potential.  Your worth is not determined by the ones that take you to the dump, but by the One who considers you a hidden treasure. Thank the Lord that He has eyes for you.