Beautifully Weathered…
When I hear that, I think immediately of an old garden bench stationed against the brick wall near our front door. It’s been there a long time and bears the effects of the North West’s diverse weather. As it gets more and more rugged looking it takes on new charm. It’s true; some things do get better with age. The black rot iron arms are slightly rusted and the wood slats that make up the seat are beginning to look dry and slivered. Once having a shiny, oak patina, it now dons a grey, dull appearance. Even though one needs to be more cautious these days of its delicate condition before taking a seat, it can still bring relief to the weary. This faithful bench has seen its share of visitors come and go. Giving of its self to those who need a place to rest or unload a burden. Some may think it time to toss it out and replace it with a new, more updated seat. But that bench has served me well and still does, even in its old age.
It reminds me of the scripture, “Do not cast me away when I am old; do not forsake me when my strength is gone. Psalm 71:9
Now in my 60’s, I am well aware that I am aging. I’vehad some life experiences that have weathered my patina.I wonder if I’ve improved with age, gaining more charm and beauty or if the storms in my life have left me less attractive, splintery and hard. Storms are notorious for changing things. Those changes can add charm, grace and beauty or they can make us rough, rigid and unapproachable. According to James 1:2-4, we can determine which it will be.
“Count it all joy when you fall into various trials (storms), knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.”
The dictionary defines patience as the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble or suffering without getting angry or upset. James says we are to let patience make those positive changes. It’s our choice. My garden bench speaks to me ofpatience as it waits; quietly enduring all kinds of weather, demanding nothing more than to be used for that which it wasdesigned. Having patience or endurance isn’t easy for me, but it is one of the fruits I can cultivate in my life with the Holy Spirit’s help.
Patience is beauty revealed. I pray as I continue to age, patience will have its perfect work in me and I will be recognized as beautifully weathered.
Connie McClellan 8/29/15 
