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, and the way he talked. He said he was
driving by and saw that beautiful barn sitting out in the tall grass
and wanted to know if it was for sale. I told him he had a funny idea
of beauty.
Sure, it was a handsome
building in its day. But then, there's been
a lot of winters pass with their snow and ice and howling wind. The
summer sun's beat down on that old barn till 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 just stood
there, gazing at that old barn. The stranger said he planned to use
the lumber to line the walls of his den in a new country home he's
building down the road. He 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. And as the years pass
He's busy using the hard wealth 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.