I was at Big Lots the other day when I spotted this beauty.
There she was calling my name for me to take her home and make her over.
Don't get me wrong. I'm as patriotic as they come but I outgrew the Americana phase a few years back. My mind was whirling with the possibilities as I loaded her up in the trunk. Paint her all white? Maybe a simple whitewash? Nope, all she needed was a change in direction.
When I turned her around, she was perfect.
Excuse me while I get a little deep over a basket,
but sometimes I just need to turn around and get my focus back on Jesus.
And that's when I feel the most beautiful.