stranger came by the other day with and 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
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
there be peace within you today.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant
"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our
feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.