My generation has a myriad of flaws, but resourcefulness is not one of them. One thing I’m most proud of my generation for is upcycling.
Upcycle- (verb) to reuse discarded objects or material in such a way as to create a product of a higher quality or value than the original.
We recycle. Re-purpose. Buy “vintage” and thrift items. Shop consignment and drop off bags of our kids’ hand-me-downs on each others’ porches. We value wooden toys over plastic. We’re a little more “earth conscience.” We shop and eat locally. Ride our bikes to work. Some of us even cloth diaper our baby’s bottoms.
Joey took me to Whiskey Cake for my 31st birthday on Friday.
I usually request Cheever’s, but the whiskey cake (the restaurant’s namesake) kept calling my name. This place is delicious. They have a garden growing outside the front door, they prepare all food from scratch and the decor consists of repurposed, upcycled items like this lightbulb-turned-bud vase and cardboard coaster.
Joey is funny, but he’s also wise. In a conversation over a shared OMG burger and seared green beans, he made the connection that “upcycling” is redemption. It’s the beauty of what Jesus did for us on the cross. We were dead, rotting in our sin but He made us alive. Trash turned to treasure.
“…you have put off the old self with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge after the image of its creator” (Col. 3:9-10).
He redeemed us and made us new. I’m so thankful He chose to use my dust for divine purposes–of higher quality than the original.