Ugly pieces of furniture are piled up in a musty warehouse. It’s hard to distinguish a dresser from a chair, a table from a nightstand. Scratched and worn, these pieces seem to languish; cast offs from a better day.
And then my husband picks one out, his eyes alight with challenge. “This piece” he says. “It will be beautiful!”.
It’s the eyes of the artist that see past the worn. The piece has good bones; can be restored to beauty and purpose.
Me? I still think it’s ugly.
But our living room is proof that he’s right. That ugly worn can be transformed to a piece that captures the eye with its charm and style. So I smile as we wedge the piece into our car.
The difference? He sees through the eyes of a creator, an artist; through eyes of his soul.
The lesson is not lost. We — sitting in Life’s warehouse feeling often ugly, scratched and worn, are seen by our Creator-artist as useful and beautiful. We have amazing potential when the artist is given room to transform.
I’m lost in the wonder of truth; this warehouse epiphany. I hold tight to what I know is a revelation from my Creator.
The ugly- worn can be transformed to beautiful-useful.
I smile as we drive home.