My family home continues to be in Flemington, NJ, part of beautiful Hunterdon County. We have lived there for over 53 years and although there has been development, there are still wonderful and beautiful spaces that have been untouched. Most of these treasures are old farms and barns.
As I walk and run these old roads – a few of them are still dirt – I marvel at these stately old buildings and wonder about their history. I wonder what stories they could tell? I wonder about the hard work that went into these working farms and barns. I wonder what these old treasures have to say to me?
Over the years I have seen these old friends begin to deteriorate – old farmers have passed on and some of their families do not want to carry on the farming tradition. But these beautiful buildings persist – through rough weather, blistering summers, hurricane strength winds, and below freezing temperatures. They remind me of the Bible story of building our faith and home on a sturdy foundation.
Sometimes I recognize myself in these barns. I too have holes and gaps – worries, failures, selfishness, loss of perspective. This is when I need to direct all my attention to the One who calls me – the One who fills those holes and gaps – the One who likes those holes and gaps because they make me open and vulnerable and willing to listen. Those holes and gaps push me to ask for help and realize that I can’t do it myself.
These Barns, my friends, – they bring me comfort and insight – they call me to challenge myself – they help me to listen and be open – they make me smile and help me experience all that God wants to share with me.