A PERSPECTIVE ABOUT OLD BARNS
He said,” you couldn’t get paint that beautiful”, for a new country home he’s building down the road. 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 do a job of beautifying our souls that nothing else can produce.
And to think how often folks holler because they want life easy!