Blech. We. Had. A. Morning. Really it was me. I bought a $1 bracelet at Craft Warehouse last night. It was orange and sparkly and shouted out a welcome to September. So this morning naturally I wanted to wear the new orange bracelet to church.
My closet did not cooperate. Turns out I don’t wear much orange. So I experimented with two skirts, two shirts, two jackets, a pair of leggings and a sweater. And by experiment I mean I put them on, harassesed various members of my family for their opinions, felt frumpy and tore off the offending item. Frustration mounted.
Then rather than getting scissors and taking off the $1 clearance tag I pulled it off. And broke the bracelet.
Down the hall I heard my husband tell my youngest she could NOT wear the red cowboy boots with the sailor dress. She told him mommy said it was okay. Ummmm.
About this point I noticed my fingernails were still sparkly silver. Which didn’t go with my fall color scheme. So I horridly and hurriedly painted them taupe.
My husband steered the youngest into the bathroom where sure enough she had on a blue sailor dress, red boots and a huge hot pink puffy headband. And soaking wet hair.
We were already late for church. I whined and tore yet another layer of clothes off myself smudging the bad nail job at the same time. Goodness me.
The calm one (not me) helped dry the youngest’s hair and gently ushered us out the door.
The children in the preschool at church this morning are learning about Adam and Eve and how God made us each beautiful. Colorful. The lesson included using play doh to form little people. The play doh in the classroom was old and crumbly and yucko. The teachers and kids were dutifully plugging along but gross play doh is such a disappointment.
I noticed a bag sitting on the welcome desk and peared inside. Red and yellow and blue and green brad new tubs of play doh. Oh happy day! I walked the bag into the class and little voices cheered.
Listen. God has brand new mercies for us every single day. Colorful and joyful gifts like joy and mercy and grace and peace. But I persist in trying on old attitudes like impatience and grumbling and frustration instead. This morning I spent way too much time and energy fussing over myself. Never helps.
God is so good to me. Today He reset the color of my heart through the preschoolers. They really are a joy.
This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.
I love Jesus. I think my two daughters can change the world. I think you can too.
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