Before every person lies a road that seems to be right,
but the end of that road is death and destruction.
—Proverbs 14:12 VOICE
I spied the little table and sized it up as soon as I walked onto the porch of the local marketplace, which features handmade, homegrown, and found items. Looks to be about the right size. I moved closer to investigate the price. Twenty dollars. Perfect! But is it sturdy enough to hold a stack of books? I gave it a shake, and it barely budged. I think it will work.
“I’d like to buy the little red table on the porch,” I told the store owner, as I approached the counter.
“Great! Let me wipe it off for you.”
We chatted while she swiped at the dust. “A project table,” she commented.
I must have looked confused because she added, “You’re going to refinish it, right?”
I glanced at the painted table, chipped and scarred with scratches and nicks. “Nope. I like it the way it is.”
“Oh, you like its character,” she concluded.
“Yes, it’s perfect.” I said, excited to take it home to position it in the spot I had planned.