Ahes for beauty

She bounds through the family room, lady bug bag in hand, stuffed to the brim with things she will need for our class.  It is from 6:00 - 7:00 at the Gaylord school.
She slips on her black boots that Emily got her, I tell her "those sure are a cute pair of boots"...  she tells me they are from Bubcha.
Little lavender coat, that her momma got her in the beginning of this long cruel winter, sweet baby curls winding around her cherub face, her eyes lit with excitement about the upcoming hour.
I am happy when we get there, she takes to the tables of crafts, enjoying the making of beauty from the supplies.  There are little children everywhere, grandma's loving them - so proud you think you can see it in thier eyes...
memories of their own children growing, going to school, the ache in the heart as you send them out in to the world.
Jesus gently comes to me and I see Him pick up all the ashes of life.
It is a wild world out there, but safely tucked in to each trial is the love of Jesus spreading over His creation,
as He gently picks up our mistakes and transforms our ashes in to beauty.
Little handprints, flowers made of coffee filters, and a butterfly made of grapes and fish crackers...
I breath in as I hold her hand and we walk to the car.
I breath in the fresh air of transformation and see that of all the things I have been blessed with
...there is just nothing better than this!