One assignment this week was to go through my closet and get rid of unflattering clothes, even if they are extraordinarily comfortable. The word the book used was "safe." Can clothing feel safe? I guess. Maybe. Anyway, here is my "safe" sweatshirt that I have had for about 10 years now. There is nothing more comfortable in my closet. I wear it almost weekly. No More! It is now in the trash. This picture could not possibly do it justice. The paint spots are much more vivid. As is the bleach stain on the sleeve. There are huge holes in the cuffs. In fact, the cuffs are barely attached. The collar is frayed. I don't want to throw this away. But it's going.I think I might have a mantra. "He has made everything beautiful in its time" from Ecclesiastes 3:11. Because He has. And He will. When Honor poops her pants even though she had this silly potty-training thing down for 6 solid months (once upon a time,) I will repeat my mantra and remember how temporal this moment truly is. She will not go to college in a pull-up. She will grow up and be a beautiful Godly woman someday. At these moments, I can remember that God can use these trials to make ME beautiful too. What changes could He wreak in me if I were to remember His sovereignty in EVERY situation. Even the poopy kind.
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