As we have travelled the last month, I have taken note of the old barns. From the flat farmland of Illinois to the rolling hills of Tennessee to the Smokies, to the tall pines of Georgia, to the empty cotton fields of Mississippi to the brushy, cattle-grazing ranchland of Texas, I have seen barns. All kinds of barns. Tall barns, short barns, big barns, little barns, fat barns, red barns, white barns, green barns, black barns, metal barns. Personally, I like the wood barns in the midwest more than the metal barns in Texas and Oklahoma.
Most barns of any age at all, and some that are not so old, have seen their share of storms. Some barns have completely crumpled from the storms and are now nothing more than a broken pile of wood. Some barns are tilting and fragile as if the slightest little gust of wind would be the end of them. Many barns, after they have withstood all kinds of storms, are still standing. Oh yes, they show the signs of having lived through the storms. Some are just a bit saggy and their boards are silvered, having aged during the storm. Even though they are worse for the wear, they stand there knowing they survived the storm.
Whatever storm you might be facing, I hope you end up with a few more silvered boards and not as a broken pile of wood.
Terri
1 comment:
Hi Terri,
An old barn has much more character than a brand spankin new barn...it is beautiful to see an old person with storms they have weathered through and know that what didn't kill them made them stronger...so much character in a christian who has gone through trials and tribulations (storms) and is still standing and proud to be a Christian.
Sandra Stone has a beautiful analogy you should ask her to send you with pictures of barns and what it means to her.
Love, Ginger
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