Baskets...

I love baskets. Anyone who walks into our home soon realizes that baskets are displayed and used in almost every room. They decorate the ledges. They hold tissues, magazines, recipes, music...or nothing at all. I simply love baskets.

They don't have to be fancy...or expensive. Some are large. Some are tiny. Their origins are varied and special. Some are gifts. Some were purchased just because I liked them. Some came from florists. Others came from a thrift store. But each one is special...and useful.

Someone once asked me why I love baskets so much. My answer was simple. They remind me of people. What?? How can a basket remind me of people?

Again, the answer is simple. Each basket is different. Each one has a purpose. Each one has been designed and woven in a way that gives them unique character, charm and personality. They have differents sizes, shapes, colors and capabilities. Each one is special in its own way.

So each time I see a basket, I am reminded how God makes each person unique...purposeful...special...and loves them...and wants to bring them Home. It is not a comparison of which basket is loved more or how expensive they are or where they came from. He is the designer and creator of each one. He cherishes each child and delights in them.

I may have a simple mind. I may see a very complicated life in more simple terms, when possible. But I like to be reminded each day how much God can use a simple "basket" like me...and how He weaves my life into His purposes through each day, experience, memory, hope, dream and breath. I love baskets...and the reminders they bring. ♥~thl