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Weight-Lifting Gloves

When I lift weights in my garage, I wear weightlifting gloves that belonged to my dad, who passed away over twenty years ago.

The holey gloves are falling apart.

When other people see these gloves, they may see raggedy gloves hanging on to dear life, but because they were my dad’s gloves, I find value in what other people may be willing to throw away.

In the same way, even if other people don’t see the value of what you possess, God does.