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.

Desk2But not us.

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..”


The trim from my newly renovated old house stood in neat piles against the wall in various states of disrepair.

Some painted. Some faded. Some cracked. The old varnish was bubbled and spotty.

A dejected lot, one that could easily be overlooked.

Just as we are – dejected. Beat up and tarnished by the world. Sin has left its mark. We’re faded, cracked, and covered by layers of guilt.

Old Wood

It would be simpler to burn the whole pile and start with new.

But the master carpenter saw potential in that pile of rejects.

He choose them – piece by piece. Measured them carefully and refitted them for their new home.

Just as we are chosen by the Master. Each of us drawn out and loving refitted.Strip

Then the work of restoration began.

Harsh strippers and rough sand paper were applied to the surface as layer after layer of finish was removed.

This is the painful process – the peeling back of the layers of sin…

Until only the raw wood remains. All of the imperfections and scars clearly seen.

Our souls are laid bare before the master. Our excuses, our explanations, all the coats of sin we had hidden behind are gone.

Then the fresh coat of stain is applied, followed by layers of protective varnish.  The scars still remain, but are now things of beauty – with a patina that only years can produce.

Just as we are covered by His grace, renewed by His mercy. Our scars made beautiful by His forgiveness.