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.

But 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..”