In my last post, I promised you the story of the antique end table.
About 20 years ago, my in laws were living in a very large house in town with a basement. They were moving out, and needed to empty the basement of 40 years of accumulation. Since we were living in the country and could burn things, we offered to take anything that was burnable. We started loading up the truck.
We found this weirdly shaped plywood box in the corner of the basement. It was dirty, a bit wet, and you could tell it had been in the basement for decades. So, we tossed it on the pile in the truck and drove home. When we got home, we started the fire. When it was time to toss on the plywood box, we decided it was too much to add to the fire all at once, so my hubby got a crow bar and started to take it apart. Inside the box was this really nice old end table. Who would nail plywood to a wonderful old table? We pulled off all the plywood and cleaned it up, and it became one of my favorites.
You can still see some nail holes, and the little drawer has a bit of damage on one side. But, I am okay with that because this table always reminds me of God's love. Sometimes, I feel ugly, unlovable and dirty on the outside, only good for tossing on the fire. I can't see why God would love me or die for me. But, God sees the beauty waiting on the inside of all of us. He knows we can become something worthy, and He's not giving up on us.
Sometimes it hurts to pull away the old self, and it can leave a few scars, but the end result it so worth it. Because, I want to be one of His favorites!
Have a wonderful day!