Old Barns and Old Folks

A friend sent me this the other day; gives new meaning to hard times.

A stranger came by the other day with an offer that set me to thinking. He wanted to buy the old barn that sits out by the highway. I told him right off he was crazy. He was a city type, you could tell by his clothes, his car, his hands; the way he talked. He said he was driving by and saw that beautiful barn sitting out in the tall grass, wanted to know if it was for sale. I told him he had a funny idea of beauty.

It was a handsome building in its day, but there’s been a lot of winters pass with their snow and ice and howling wind. The summer sun beat down on that old barn ’til all the paint’s gone, and the wood has turned silver-gray. Now the old building leans a good deal, looking kind of tired. Yet, that fellow called it beautiful.

 

That set me to thinking. I walked out to the field and stood there gazing at that old barn. The stranger said he planned to use the lumber to line the walls of a den in a new country home he’s building down the road; said you couldn’t get paint that beautiful. Only years of standing in the weather, bearing the storms and scorching sun, only that can produce beautiful barn wood.

It came to me then. We’re a lot like that, you and I. Only it’s on the inside that the beauty grows with us. Sure we turn silver-gray too … and lean a bit more than we did when we were young and full of sap. But the Good Lord knows what He’s doing; as the years pass He’s busy using the hard weather of our lives, the dry spells and the stormy seasons to do a job of beautifying our souls that nothing else can produce. And to think how often folks holler because they want life easy!

They took the old barn down today and hauled it away to beautify a rich man’s house. And I reckon someday you and I’ll be hauled off to Heaven to take on whatever chores the Good Lord has for us on the Great Sky Ranch.

 

And I suspect we’ll be more beautiful then, for the seasons we’ve been through here … and just maybe even add a bit of beauty to our Father’s house.

 

May there be peace within you today. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

 

Blessings – Maxi

 The hard weather of life beautifies the soul … never thought of it that way.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
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About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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