I have never been a fashion diva. In fact, I have embarrassing memories involving clothes to prove this.
Like the time I climbed across a train, stuck on the tracks, when I walked home on my lunch break. Stuck trains were common, climbing over one in a white pencil skirt, not so much. Grease and grime and white skirts don’t turn out well.
Or the time I moved a desktop copy machine, filled with liquid toner, across the office, and the toner cartridge excreted its blackness all over my favorite lavender linen pants. Not exactly cute styling.
Fashion divas think about how what they are doing might effect their wardrobe, me–I should wear coveralls for life.
I haven’t lost much sleep worrying about my clothes, but I am nonetheless guilty of my share of worry. It’s often the reason I am Weary by Wednesday.
I am guilty of little faith, and in little faith there is opportunity for much worry.
My Heavenly Father knows what I need. He knows what you need too. It’s time to replace little faith with much faith.
“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:28-34
i am praying for you.