I thought clothes week was over. Really, it should have been appearance week. Make-up, jewelry, clothes..But I thought it was over.
My husband kissed a sleepy me bye this morning; he left early to set up the sound booth and perform sound check at our church (which meets in a movie theater and is a loving, come-as-you-are kind of place), and I dozed back off.
It is a young lady I invited to church. She and her husband are there. Where should they meet me?
I'm running a few minutes late. I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Quick call to the husband. Please find them and make them feel welcome.
CRAAP. Why did I fall back asleep? Why didn't I get there early?
Shortest shower in history. No time to shave my legs. CRAAAP.
My toenails have only the remnants of a teenage mutant ninja turtle green pedicure baby girl gave me 4 weeks ago!
No time to wash hair.
Dry off. Throw on a dress. There is a spot from our father's day (I wore this two weeks ago!!!) Mexican fiesta that didn't come out in the wash.
A little hair spray, a few strategically placed bobby pins, the stained dress, my husband's flip flops (don't ask. they are only a size too big and were the ones by the door), torn-up pedicure, and I'm out the door.
CRAAAP. 10 AM and 95 degrees in the car. A quick trip down the road, a check in the mirror. Eyebrows (and lip) in need of a waxing. Dark circles under the eyes. Hair a little wanky.
I'm only 10 minutes late. Hug my co-worker, squeeze my husband's shoulder.
I made it!
But the guest of honor was already there. He had been there long before.
He didn't need my legs to be shaven, my toes to be painted, my eyebrows waxed, my face painted. He didn't need me to show up at all. I had done my part, a passing invitation to a hurting heart. I had been in scrubs when I had done that, sweaty from 104 degree temperatures looking for something in an outdoor supply shed.
How vain, how arrogant to think that anyone came to this little theater to see me. Or short of arriving naked, would notice my appearance at all.
Lord, let them not see me, ever. Lord, let it be all about you.
If you think of me this week, pray that I am reminded that God looks on the inside. That my goal is not a pleasing appearance to others, but a pleasing heart to Him that made all parts of me.