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
May today there be peace within you.
May you trust God
That you are exactly where you are meant to be."