Earlier this fall, Jan and I saw this beauty sitting on the curb with a free sign on it.
Except it didn’t look quite like this. Actually, parts of it were falling off.
Which is why most people had driven right by.
We knew a treasure when we saw it – even if it was in rough shape.
And we knew just who to call to bring it back to life – Jan’s dad – otherwise known as Poppa.
Poppa is a retired Air Force Colonel who loves to tinker in his shop restoring things. His daughters-in-law keep him busy with our finds and he has never told us that something was too far gone to be saved – at least not yet. 🙂
I knew that this was just the sort of project he would love.
And he did!
He carefully cleaned, glued, replaced, nailed and polished until our curbside find was once again a treasure.
Restored and sitting in my sun room, it’s scratches, stains and other imperfections are now part of it’s beauty, almost a badge of honor.
It reminds me of another restoration – the one done in our hearts.
Stained and scarred by sin and left on the curbside as trash – the Master Restorer carefully cleans, replaces the broken parts, and restores us to a place of honor at His feet.
No life so far gone that His loving hands can’t put it back together, our scars and imperfections now a thing of beauty.
Psalm 23:3 “He restoreth my soul..”
2 thoughts on “Restoration”
Beautiful post and so true.
Also beautiful piece of trash turned back into a family heirloom. Your poppa is a talented man, but I’m sure you already know that.
Beautiful and a precious reminder! Thank you Melinda.