Rose A La Mode

 

Old Navy T-shirt (similar), Gap Jeans (similar), Target Wedges (similar), DKNY Watch (similar), OPI Mermaids Tears nail polish

Saturday I got to catch up with a friend (Deb) at a baby shower. At the end of the prayer over the food, her phone rang. Of course she was so embarrassed, and we just started talking about how we feel like we’re so messy. Her phone rings during the prayer, I’m sweating like a crazy person and have a zit on my cheek (how did it get there?), and both of us had lost our clothes pins because we had both said the word “cute.” And of course my little sister has her clothes pins and more! (She’s kind of perfect.)

So, next day, Sunday morning just wasn’t working for me. I woke up on my stupid period, I was cold, but it was hot outside, uncomfortable, zits all over my face, bloated, my legs and feet hurt from wearing heels all week, and I just wanted to wear sweatpants and watch a movie, but it was time to go to church. Usually I feel like I have to try to be perfect, but for some reason I just let it all go and just went with it. I wore jean shorts and a sweatshirt to church (not pictured)!  And you know what? It felt good!

Now, I know this is kind of ridiculous, and I don’t ever dress so casual to church, but I will say that I’m so glad that I go to a church where it’s more important to just show up and get what you need than it is to make sure you arrive perfect. I mean the whole reason I go to church in the first place is because I am a mess! It was just a healthy reminder that God doesn’t mind a mess. In fact, he prefers it. Cause then he can work with it.

Don’t worry, I won’t turn this into a sermon. I just realized that I need to cut myself some more slack. I am always trying to be the girl who wins all the clothes pins, and dresses perfectly in every situation, and says the right things, and all that stuff…but it doesn’t work out for me. I always end up putting my foot in my mouth, or being waaaaay under dressed, or the one talking in the group picture. And I just have to remember that it’s OK. No one has it all together (except my sister, Ha ha!) and once in a while, everyone walks around with their fly open. It’s not that big of a deal. And it’s not what happens to you, it’s how you deal with it.