My friend guided me down her hallway, giving me the grand tour of her home. Suddenly, she stopped in front of a closed door. “That,” she said, “is the junk room. Enter at your own risk.”
I looked at her quizzically. I had a junk drawer, but I’d never heard of anyone having a junk room. Curious, I sneaked a peek. Unused pictures, extra furniture, piles of books, boxes of dishes and what looked like the pieces to a bed were strung haphazardly around the room. The room held the dining room chairs and table leaf that didn’t fit in their current eating area, the baby bed her daughter no longer needed because they weren’t finished growing their family just yet and a few special wedding gifts still in boxes because there weren’t room in the cabinets to store them. The junk room held valuable things, just not currently usable.
Then it hit me. That’s kind of how I’ve seen myself. Valuable to God, but not usable by Him. I felt as if I’d spent my life in hopeful waiting, just sitting in God’s junk room longing to be used.
When I review my life thus far, I’m terrified that in all my efforts to prove to God how special I am, I’ve somehow messed me up so much my turn will never come, that I’ve rendered myself ineffective for His cause. And I wonder if God has cast me aside, forgotten about me or determined I can’t be used for anything right now.
In theory, I know this is a lie. God's Word says so. “Did I not proclaim my purposes for you long ago?” Isaiah 44:8
God doesn’t have a junk room and He surely doesn’t store His people there until He finds a place for them. The Bible is clear that He has prepared good things for us to do already. “For we are God’s masterpiece...Created…So we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” Ephesians 2:10
He walks with His people preparing them for use in His kingdom. He gives them gifts, talents, passions and purpose. He certainly has a waiting room where He prepares us and a workshop where He heals us but, He absolutely does not consider anyone junk. And, He always provides a plan to use the passions we possess.
Maybe you feel a little useless or have spent a few years on a shelf gathering dust. Maybe, like me, you fear you’ve junked yourself up from the trying. If you’ve ever felt too messed up, too worn down, too passed over or just simply not enough, I want you to know you matter. We matter. We have a purpose. You have a purpose. Your passion has a purpose. God put something in you that must come out. God deposited Himself inside you and He must be shared. The world is quite literally, full of folks dying for someone to share God with them.
How will you do that? God knows. All you need to do is ask Him.