Becoming a Table
My grandpa was a craftsman. He could look at a block of wood or object, see potential, and with his hands, create something special. This little table is a great example of his ingenuity! The base is a 170 year old half bushel grain measure. It sat beside my grandma’s chair holding her yarn and embroidery thread for as long as I can remember. Now that she’s gone, it resides by MY chair, holding treasures and providing a place for my morning coffee and prayer journal.
I’m pretty sure that when my great-great-great grandfather made his grain measure, he didn’t think that it would one day be used to feed animals on my great-great grandfather’s farm and I’m certain he NEVER imagined it would one day, generations later, be brought inside and become a table!
I cherish this little table and when I run my hand across the aged wood I think of all it has been used for and of the stories it could tell. It’s gong to sound crazy (I know, what’s new) but I can relate to this old grain measure. Maybe you will too!
“Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are the work of your hand. “ Isaiah 64:8 (NIV)
“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepares in advance for us to do. “ Ephesians 2:10 (NIV)
Through Christ we too, were created by a Craftsman. I’m not 170 but I can look back through the years of my life and see that I’m different today than I was, I recognize that my purpose has changed as I’ve gotten older, and I appreciate that I’ve been restored by the One who, with His hands and nails, saw my potential and made me new!
We are His masterpieces and He’ll continue crafting us until that one day we’ll finally be perfect and from then on, we’ll reside beside HIS chair for eternity! Oh, the stories we will tell!
This is Day 5 of the 10 Day Writing Prompt Challenge hosted by @fiveminutefriday and for Five Minute Friday where both have the prompt TABLE. You can read more by clicking http://www.fiveminutefriday.com
And if you’re interested, here is the history of my table as written by my Grandpa Stevens: