My husband and I moved here in 2006 and love it! Spring is my favorite season and I love to take pictures of it and often write about it, too.
By: mrsrogers , 3:43 AM GMT on September 30, 2006
Hey, everyone! I just got an email from my cousin with this great story in it! It had a bunch of photos of old barns but I couldn't figure out how to add them here. All I knew how to do was add one so I added the picture of an old barn that I took here in Missouri. I hope ya'll enjoy it as much as I did cause here it is...and the picture of the old barn is below the story. I wish I knew how to add it to the top! Oh, well!
The Old Barn
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 just driving by and saw that beautiful barn sitting out in the tall grass and 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 since 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 'cause 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.
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