We had too many trucks, so when the original owner of our blue truck offered James a trade to take it back, James said yes. I wasn't keen on the blue truck anyway, I like Ben's truck better, but Hannah kinda liked the blue one, even if it did have an orange stripes down the sides.
The "new" car arrived on a flatbed trailer and im- mediately garnered the attention of everyone in the house, which included Bethany, Hannah, and me. James was out meeting with a client about a potential job and our phone calls and texts to him went unheeded as we tried to decide what this kind man with the car on his trailer should do with it. Thankfully, James arrived home just before the darkness got very dark and they rolled the new baby off the trailer next tot he barn for the night.
She only spent one night in the yard before being moved to the safety of Barn 2 where she will hopefully be restored a little bit at a time. She's a monumental project, but looks like a lot of fun too, and I think she's much better looking than that old blue truck. (What's that? What kind is she? A 1948 Chrysler Windsor.)
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.