This morning I was driving to church with my friend, when I decided I wanted to take a picture of this MLK graffiti on a building downtown for tomorrow. I don’t know why but it seemed important to me. We were at a red light so I wasn’t doing this while moving. So, I zoom in to get a good pic of this:
Pretty cool, right? Well, I thought so until the light turned green immediately and I hit the gas. As I did, my coffee
between my legs spilled almost completely in my lap. Ahhhh!! It was hot. It was wet. I was mad…and embarrassed. I did not want to go into church like that. My pants were wet! People were going to think I peed on myself, which is irrational, but anyway. This was my thought process.
I realized I had fretted about what to wear to church that morning
as I often do. I was actually going to wear a t-shirt with a cardigan but I thought it wasn’t “nice” enough, like I wasn’t giving enough reverence to God or something, so I wore a sweater instead.
I was being silly. I went inside and I praised Him. I had to get over myself and laugh about it. God doesn’t care about what I’m wearing when I worship.
Interestingly enough, the sermon was about making ourselves weak so that we may reveal our brokenness and others will grow to know Him. Oh, how I was blessed by today’s sermon and worship. Y’all know I love me some worshipping!
I am so glad I didn’t go home because of the wet pants. I would have missed this:
“We love You, Lord. We worship You. You alone are God. You alone are good.” and seeing hands raised in praise as I, too, was overcome with joy of Our Father.