Something Beautiful

This morning my little sister got up earlier than the others and was out in the garage (where my dad was) coloring.
Not knowing what to draw, Alexis got out a coloring book and began to flip through the pages. She found one she liked but was disappointed to find that one of her littler siblings had already done a good scribble job of gray on the picture. She continued through the pages but didn't find anything. Then on her second time through she stopped at this same picture she'd been drawn to the first time and decided she was going to color it anyway.
Beneath that ugly gray cloud she saw something beautiful.
My mom told me when Alexis picks out which Dark Horses of the Week she's going to pray for at the children's "group time" before school in the morning, she doesn't pick the ones with the most appealing "physical" features. She picks the ones with burns, deformities, visible special needs and then she loves them in heartfelt prayer. She doesn't see the gray cloud that has been put over them, she sees something beautiful.