Make-up and Mud

I drive a ford. Mustang to be exact. Today a man driving a black corvette looked at me and said I can't believe you let your car be seen that dirty. It's a "flashy" car. Why do I have it? Because I had $3000 and it just so happened to cost that. Because my son who is big time into cars thinks it's Lightning McQueen? Maybe because when I bought the car, I with every thing in me wanted a Mustang, I made it happen! Anyway I answered the man, yea it's a car. I have this vehicle still 3 years later because it gets good gas mileage, it takes me where I need to go even if that's a dirt road. I'm not ashamed of the dirt in my life. Between you and me I'm kinda afraid if I wash every speck of dirt of ole Sally she will fall apart. (Joking)   Today I wore make up, my face is broke out and I looked professional. This man saw me before he saw my car. I wish I would have had the courage to say more than just yea, I played in the mud with my kids last week. We were soaking wet and covered and had the time of our life. I don't care how much make-up you put on something. The mud is what holds it together. The bad times in my life have made me a stronger person. The good times well they are good. Every challenge I face leaves a mark and there are times where I absolutely put my head down my hands up and surrender to God and say I can't do this. I need help. And amazingly the garden hose comes on, He picks me up and squirts the mud off. And sends me on my way to my trusty eyeliner. (I heart eyeliner, I may not be wearing anything else but I will have eyeliner on).