Day 109.  Early in our marriage we made a trip over to Santa Fe, New Mexico.  While we were walking around just looking in the shops and having a nice time, I found a little bowl.  It was about the size of a cereal bowl.  It was made by a Navajo Indian lady who was well known for her pottery.  The store wanted over $300.00 for that little bowl.  I turned redneck on the shop owner and told her that I could make a bowl like that out of the mud in my back yard.  Actually, I just told Stacy that, and then we left the store pretty quick.  Just shopping around we found out that the Navajo Indian art was more popular and also more well known, so it was expensive.  But, if you could find some Arapaho Indian art pieces it wasn't too bad.  Guess who made this vase.  Yes, it is by an Arapaho artist.  I bought it for about fifteen dollars.  I like it just as much if not more than that little bowl.  I understand that the worth of an item depends largely on who made it.  What I don't understand is who sets these prices.  I should be worth a fortune, because I was made by a master craftsman.  As a matter of fact, He is still perfecting his work in me.  But, who of us was not created by the same craftsman.  God does not make mistakes and He values each of us enough to pay the ultimate price to make sure we can be with him forever.