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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One Response to Old Barns and Old Folks

  1. Lorraine says:

    Embedded within your website is a poem/quote written by Lorraine K Mitchell. Please read below:

    Hello:

    Please read my story –

    Inclusion of acknowledgement of Authorship of literary property

    On Monday morning, October 23, 2000. I received an email from a friend.

    It was those adorable baby pictures by the photographer – Anne Geddes.

    I had needed and had been greatly supported in every way by my friends and my family during that period of my life.

    I was extremely grateful and thankful that morning… so in honor of my love for my special friends who had stood by me, I wrote:

    “I Believe Friends are Quiet Angels who lift us to our Feet when our Wings have Trouble Remembering how to Fly.”

    And signed the quote Lorraine K Mitchell with the date and sent the emails to the three of them.

    Within the the next few days every email I received from any and everyone had my quote attached to it, which shocked me to the utmost.

    One of my friends said that I should be honored that so many found my words so beautiful and encouraging. I wept and grieved.

    (I recognized the strength and value of the words God had given me that morning. And I felt as though I had lost my child to the world. My heart weeps for my quote daily because the world refers to me as unknown. But I am here. I am alive. And I desire for my words to know their mother. I am an artist.)

    But, the very next year was nine-eleven… and my quote took on a new life of its own. It was posted everywhere, even in a half page article in a national newspaper accompanying a beautiful picture of a fireman with a nine-eleven victim. The image of an Angel stood just above them. The photographer received credit, but I was listed as anonymous.

    I’ve been told over the years that I have the gift of the written word, although I couldn’t believe it. I shied away from the compliments.

    On the other hand my child, my quote has confirmed the power of my gift over and over for the last 16 years.

    But lately I’ve been troubled.

    My child, my quote is being sold all over the internet in various forms, on small rocks, sliver jewelry, plagues, wall hangings, and on ugly t-shirts.

    I’ve found organizations in and outside of the United States that are also using the quote. Associations, fund raisers, school teachers, bloggers have used the quote for their website titles, and two women have claimed the quote as their own. A song writing team has written a wedding song.

    I’ve found My quote to be listed as the number one used quote on one website and as number 15 on another as the most requested and used.

    And my quote has been used in the introductions and acknowledgements of over 26 books/text written since 2002.

    Although, there is an author that I found that readily admitted the quote was forwarded to him in an email by his friend and he gave praise to the strength of the quote by the anonymous author.

    But, at least he acknowledged what he knew of my quote’s lineage.

    This Friday, I wept uncontrollably seeing it yet again flashed in my face. Now, I am claiming my child, my quote and bringing her home.

    I am Lorraine K. Mitchell
    I am a daughter
    I am a mother
    I am a cancer survivor
    I am African American
    I am an author.

    I am the author/owner and have the legal copyrights of the quote(s) written on Monday morning, October 23, 2000.

    No versions of this quote(s) may be used without the legal and written consent of this author.

    “Versions 1 and 2”

    “I Believe Friends are Quiet Angels who lift us to our Feet when our Wings have Trouble Remembering how to Fly.”

    “I Believe (sisters, brothers, cousins, parents, grandparents, nurses, teachers, etc.) are Quiet Angels who lift us up when Our Wings have Forgotten how to Fly.”

    Peace be with you all.

    Please post my name as the author of origin.

    Thank you

    Peace be with you,
    Lorraine

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