Yes, I flashed all of the back to school shoppers in the Augusta mall yesterday. You see, when I went back to Ohio a few weeks ago, my sister was talking about that beautiful royal blue color and how much she liked wearing it. That conversation led me to think about how much I liked the color and how I should look for more clothes that color. It really is a nice color to wear. Don't you agree?
So when I saw a royal blue shirt at Target (on clearance, in fact), I was thrilled. I love getting deals. I get a high off of finding great deals and I was flying high! I did, however, ignore that little voice that said "there may be a reason why such a good looking shirt is SO cheap". Since I had the kids with me, I decided purchase the top without trying it on and continued to ignore that little voice. Um, looking back at things now, I realize that it may have been a mistake.
Now to the flashing... We had a full day yesterday: haircut for my son, pictures and then shopping at the mall, and a run to our local chocolate store. To be honest, I am not sure when the flashing started, but I can tell you that we went many places before I noticed that half of the buttons on my shirt were undone. We successfully got my son's haircut and ate lunch. We then headed to the mall. This is where I believe the problem began. The man taking the pictures was acting oddly and quite honestly I thought it was because there was a very strange odor in the studio. Now I realize that wasn't it. He also took only a few photos, much less than usual. In fact, I had to ask him to take some more. I wondered if they were trying to save money- no, that wasn't it. When reviewing the photos, he put very little time into selling me those expensive packages. I thought that my no-nonsense attitude told him I was a good steward of my money (aka, cheap). Could it be that my frugal ways were causing him to sell the photos so quickly? No, that wasn't it.
We left that store and went to a children's clothing store. A young father buying something for his son distinctly turned his back on me. Was he embarrassed that his son was so mouthy? No, no, that wasn't it. When we left that store to head into the glass elevator, I saw it. To my utter dismay, a number of buttons on my beautiful royal blue shirt were unbuttoned. These buttons just happened to be the ones directly over my chest!!! Now all I can say is thank heaven for a Wonderbra! It is fair to say that I am not well endowed and if I am going to flash everyone in the Augusta mall, at least I could show them something! I desperately tried to remember that this was a good learning experience for my daughter. I told her that I was indeed embarrassed but that it was also funny. Do you think she noticed that I wasn't laughing?
Now I think you can understand why this is all my sister's fault right? Even though she is several hundreds of miles away in Ohio, she really is to blame for suggesting to me that royal blue is a nice color to wear- right? Am I wrong here?
I recently had an experience where someone I knew made a simple mistake and called me to apologize. She could have ignored what happened or blamed someone else, but she didn't. Even though what happened wasn't a big deal, she took responsibility. I was so impressed with her character that I am looking forward to working with her again.
This person reminded me that the act of asking God to forgive our sins is more about attitude and less about going through the motions. Truth time: a humble attitude is all that God really wants from us. He doesn't expect us to be perfect; God doesn't get mad when we make a mistake. He just wants us to acknowledge that He is God. It seems so simple but sometimes it is so hard. Our job isn't to play the blame game or try to fix things. Our job is to admit that we can't do everything perfectly and we just simply need God. We need to be humble enough to acknowledge that God is the one who knows best. God is the one who will perfect us, the One to complete us. OK, I admit it- my sister really is not to blame for my embarrassment, and I will wear the shirt again, but with a few safety pins in place next time.
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