Red Barns. I have always loved them. To me, they are a symbol of America … a sign of hard work and simple life.
While driving to college station, my friend and I saw a red barn. But in our opinion, it was not the right color red. It was a bit too orange and just looked “off”. We joked about how we felt the need to go tell the owners that they might want to consider changing the color of their barn. Silly, that it bugged us that much. But it just looked that out of place.
From that time on, we could walk up to each other with a new haircut or unsure of our outfit and say, “is this a red barn?”. We knew full well that the other would answer honestly (no matter what funk they answer would send us to), In that one phrase and the answer that followed, we had security that we wouldn’ t let each other leave the house looking “a little off”.
I have come to realize that I have many, many “red barns” in my personality and attitudes. And I am grateful for the people in my life that will point those out. That no matter how hard it is, or what funk it sends me to, they are willing to say, “Kelli, that attitude or habit, just doesn’t match the look Christ has for you.”
We all need those folks in our life … I mean, who wants to throw off the landscape of life the God has so beautifully planned for our lives?