A former member of my staff as a camp director wanted to bring me back home and walk the camp property again. Seems he and others think I’ve been away too long. This century plus barn evokes an emotional swell.
It once served as a stable and I rode a horse from its stable for the first time as a camper here. Later, I would saddle horses and lead trails from its yard. Once, during a passing storm, it once provided a sturdy shelter; an experience in itself to a eleven year old camper. Volunteer friends who helped shore up the foundation, replace the tin, replace a beam; their memories flood my mind.
As the director I replaced it with a modern new stable and arena. It was not as appreciated by those who followed me and soon it must come down…its served its time, time for its timbers to hold their stories and share there hidden beauty in a new secure place.
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His abundant mercy has begotten us again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance incorruptible and undefiled and that does not fade away, reserved in heaven for you, who are kept by the power of God through faith for salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.
“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? Matthew 6:28-30