“Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.” Colossians 3:12
Okay ya’ll… you haven’t seen a post as raw as this one yet… at least not recently. If you’re a glamourous girl who doesn’t run out to get milk or brownie mix without your make up done and every hair in place this post may make you queasy… If perhaps, you’re on the opposite end of the perspective and are a little more casual when it comes to your physical appearance please don’t leave yet either! Every woman is going to be able to relate to some portion in this tale...
I have not yet shared details about my life over the last 7 months as I took a break from blogging to decide if this was a me thing or a God thing (More on that in another post soon). I do want to share I AM recently, happily married. While there are so many wonderful stories I can’t wait to share with you, there is one that must be told now! (Plus, it fits right into this theme lately of how we 'clothe' ourselves.) Sit back…relax…and brace yourself…
Well, we had done it! It was sometime after 11pm and my new husband of almost 5 hours and I were driving toward our hotel for our wedding night. We just left my parents’ home where an event that will warm my heart for my entire lifetime –our wedding- had taken place thanks in no small part to a countless number of prayers and my amazing family and dear friends.
While I had prayed often to keep a peaceful heart and mind throughout the entire day and God had graciously given that to me in abundance, we were about half way between my parents’ home and our hotel when I had a sinking feeling. In the amazing conversation post-celebration with my dear sister & cousin…while gathering my girly things that had gotten so sporadically dispersed during the pre-wedding chore of getting ready…I hadn’t had the ability to completely focus. I had packed up my hairspray and several other girl necessities remembering my razor and shaving cream which I retrieved from the bathroom shower…I had laid out my wedding gown and veil and items that I didn’t not want to carry on the honeymoon in fear they would be displaced…Still, in all that I did not remember seeing my make-up carrier… Yes you read that correctly – my makeup!
I could not remember packing my makeup…. I had my suitcase for the week… my single overnight bag to carry into the hotel… I remembered all the items I left neatly in the bedroom at mom’s… but could not visualize my makeup bag post wedding. The last time I even remembered seeing it was in my cousin’s hand as she graciously applied my make up before the photographer arrived.
Thus began my radical lesson in humility… more to follow. Please come back!
What would you have done in this situation?!
Tell your husband? Turn around? Call your mom? Figure it out tomorrow?