Crumbling Facades....

Have you ever felt an instant affinity for a person, place or thing?  I'd be surprised if you could honestly say no to that.  We are called to love and if we are smart we listen.  This is how it unfolds, life takes you to places, to people, or into situations that touch your heart. Sometimes the beauty calls out to you, or the sorrow, or the plain mystery of it all.

In this situation an old farm house speaks to me. I want to know it's story, I want to restore it. It's not huge or grand, but the simple charm sings with possibilities.

The windows and doors have been taken out and I'm guessing it will soon be demolished in the name of progress.  It makes me sad, and makes me wonder all the same.   Surely it had to have been shelter from the storms of life at some point in time. People had to have called it home and found nourishment there.

And it makes me ask....   Are we sometimes just an empty shell, a crumbling facade or are we full of simple charm and possibility?  Do we nourish, shelter and encourage?  Have you savored the beauty of the old and the new?  And maybe by honoring, even fleetingly, simple beauty we will have multiplied it.