The “Cradle of Hope” fundraiser dinner is tonight and I don’t know what to wear. I normally wear my little black dress but by the end of the evening, I want to throw my pumps out the window! I could wear my maxi dress with cowboy boots but my feet don’t like them either. I read today’s assigned chapters for guidance.
2 Kings 2:18, “They answered him, ‘He was a hairy man with a leather belt around his waist.’ He said, ‘It was Elijah the Tishbite.’ ” Modern English Version
The king recognized Elijah by his clothes, which included a leather belt. Everyone has a uniform. It is the clothes that make you feel the most like yourself. For some, it is a flowing skirt, for others a floral dress, or a pair of dressy jeans.
Nurses, airline pilots, policemen, soldiers, and sailors all have uniforms. My dad wore a uniform: a jumpsuit, monkey socks, and steel-toed boots! I wear the uniform of a writer: New Balance lace ups, Gold Toe socks, NYDJ jeans, St. Johns Bay tee-shirt, a jacket or sweater, topped with a statement necklace or scarf. (I would love to find a jacket with elbow patches!)
Two weeks ago, I got new glasses. I straightened my hair and thought no one would recognize me at Wednesday night church. When I walked in the door, Chris the usher, said,
“Here comes trouble!”
How did he recognize me? I was wearing my uniform. I should have put on a dress. (And the humidity overpowered the straightener on the bottom half of my hair.)
I am trying to accept myself the way God made me. That means working with my curls and cowlicks. (Sigh.) I guess I will be wearing my uniform tonight – with Great-Aunt May’s fake pearls!
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