A lesson in love and humility

As you all know, I struggle knowing what to wear on Sunday and had decided to post on Saturday what I was going to wear on Sunday. I would like to get back to doing that as a discipline for myself. My poll of my two readers showed that 50 per cent found my posts on what to wear helpful and the other 50 percent had no interest in my struggles and could not relate.

This Sunday I was doing well, I had my dress laid out with shoes, and necklace. Woke up on time got showered, dressed, hair done, make up on, even put make up on my bare legs since my feet were going into sandals. I was looking good and still had a hour before we had to leave. After cleaning up breakfast I read scripture in preparation for the worship service. My husband let me know that it was time to go so I hopped in the car, happy and feeling some what proud that my morning was going well. 

We arrive at chapel and I look down as I swing my feet out of the car and to my horror and astonishment what do I see? My feet are covered in my fluffy pink paint splattered crocks. Now what's a girl to do? It is to late to turn around. My sensible young friends keep a comfortable pair of flip flops in their cars to slip on after they take off their high heels but alas I am no Girl Scout and have no spare shoes. Nor do any of them wear a size 10.  Would you take off your shoes and go barefoot? Could I? This is what I am thinking. After vetoing the bare foot idea, my husband suggests I walk in wearing my trophy shoes and sit down as fast as possible and he will follow later. So being the sweet submissive wife that I am, that is what I do after greeting four or five people grinning ear to ear. Even though embarrassed I am getting quite tickled at my predicament since I always say that the worse part of dress clothes are the shoes.

During break time my older southern belle friends wonder how I hurt my feet, I tell them there is nothing wrong with my feet it is my brain that is the problem. They laugh along with me, I suspect it has happened to them before they just won't admit it.

My husband is not really embarrassed and takes me out eat with another couple and we have a lovely time together. This was a humbling experience but the dear people at chapel showed love and acceptance toward me. I think dressing for chapel just got a little less stressful.