My Beloved Old Blue Chairs

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?

Love,

Julie

 

 

 

 

Come Away with Me…to The Judson House

Wait ’til you see how I spent my Saturday morning.

When I was little, two things made me feel grownup and ladylike–drinking coffee and antiquing with my mother, sister, and grandmother. I couldn’t wait to visit The Judson House Coffee House and Southern Gifts in Bethlethem, Georgia.

Stepping onto the wide front porch, I was a child again.

Husband and wife Ricky and Lindsey Brown restored a hundred-year-old white clapboard house into a gathering place for old friends to connect and new friendships to bloom.

Ricky and Lindsey Brown--The Judson House

Lindsey says it’s been a labor of love involving the whole family. Her father financed the idea and Ricky’s dad cleared the front forty. Ricky and Lindsey did ninety percent of the restoration themselves. Their moms take turns serving customers. The Browns envision a screen porch out back and will soon open the upstairs.

The Judson House is full of passion, creativity, and love. They’ve discovered gifted artists through etsy.com  and everywhere you look, there’s something wonderfully unique.

 

 

In just a few weeks, The Judson House has already provided a warm atmosphere for a book club meeting, a baby, shower, and a small church get-together.

The Browns  named their shop in honor of Judson Moore–a gospel songwriter from the late 1800′s–the man who chose the name “Bethlehem” for this picturesque town in north Georgia.

They’re hosting a Christmas Celebration December 8th from 6-9 p.m. On December 17th, guests will be treated to live music from an acoustic guitarist. Talk about everybody using their talents~~

There’s a nostalgic sweetness about The Judson House–a spot in Bethlehem, Georgia, where we can “encourage one another and build each other up.”  1 Thessalonians 5:11 (ISV)

 

Love,

Julie