E-mail of the Week
| We enjoy receiving e-mails from our friends. Each week we will post one of them. In order to protect your privacy we will not post your e-mail address, only your first name. As with many things sent by e-mail it is hard to determine the original author. When possible we will give credit to the person that came up with the thought. |
| Thanks Janet for the e-mail. |
| Barns |
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 '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 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 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.
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 '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 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 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.
