I love seeing old things restored and I adore antiques, so I have no excuse for what happened to my ladder back chairs. After we inherited my grandmother’s antique dining room chairs, I stuck my old blue chairs outside and forgot about them.
Each year, they got a little more worn.
A little less respected.
Kitty Thelma used them for scratching posts.
I tried to ignore them. Made me sorta sad to see them.
One morning this spring, I went antiquing and spotted a pair of gorgeous ladder back chairs. Someone must’ve cared about them.
They’d been restored.
Overwhelming compassion for my old blue chairs enveloped me.
I had to do something about their pitiful plight.
I found a man working there. “Do you know anyone who restores chairs?”
“It’s almost a lost art, but there’s a shop in Maysville, Heritage Chairs. Go see ‘em. They’re good people.”
The next Saturday, my husband and I took my chairs to Maysville.
“If I re-cane them, it’s gonna cost you more than they’re worth,” the shop owner said.
I appreciated his honesty, but a fierce protective love rose up in me about my chairs.
“That is,” he said, “unless they’re worth something to you. Then they’re priceless.”
“Oh, they are. I love them.” I ran my fingers over the raggedy cane and looked at my husband.
Can we get them fixed?
“It’s up to you,” he said.
I love you.
A few weeks later, we picked up my chairs. I got all teary-eyed looking at them.
Welcoming them inside our home, I found a special spot for each chair and thought about how God restores us.
Thank You, Lord.
You love us.
Even in our broken condition.
In Your eyes, we are priceless.
P.S. My new favorite song below. It’s all about How He loves us. Listen for the word Surrender.
Surrender proceeds our own restoration.
Do you love the word RESTORATION too?