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
he was crazy. He was a city type, you could tell by his clothes, his
his hands, and the way he talked. He said he was driving by and saw
beautiful barn sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to know if it
for sale. I told him he had a funny idea of
Sure, it was a handsome building in its day. But then, there's been a
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
tired. Yet, that fellow called it beautiful.
That set me to thinking. I walked out to the field and just stood
gazing at that old barn. The stranger said he planned to use the lumber
line the walls of his den in a new country home he's building down the
He said you couldn't get paint that beautiful. Only years of standing
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...
lean a bit more than we did when we were young and full of sap.
Lord knows what He's doing. And as the years pass
He's busy using the
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
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
take on whatever chores the Good Lord has for us on the Great Sky
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
May today there be peace within you.
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
wings have trouble remembering how to fly.