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The Weathered Old Barn

Author:
Rick

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Date Posted: 14:04:42 11/21/02 Thu

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 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 our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

This was send to me by a friend ..and I thought you might like it ..

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Subject	Author	Date
That is really beautiful - thank you, Rick. (NT)	A graying Trevor/TJ	20:10:58 11/21/02 Thu


Hear, Hear, I'm greying, too!	Warren C. E. Austin	02:17:20 11/22/02 Fri


I thought this was so poignant and I had to send. I am glad that you liked it so much mate :) (NT)	Ashley	11:55:36 11/22/02 Fri