OK! Confession time! If you are uncomfortable with people spilling their guts (and getting honest), don't read on. But, in a previous post I said that God had revelations as well as miracles for me on this trip. So, I will share a revelation.
As I have said, 17 of our bags did not make it to Honduras when we did. During our layover in Houston, we met up with a missions group from Canada that were heading to Honduras as well. We had some lovely chats with them, comparing notes on mission goals. One of the chats we had included the info from them that in Canada, the weight limit per suitcase is 80 lbs. In the US, it is 50 lbs. HMMMM, guess why our luggage did not make it on the plane?
My clothes and personal items did not arrive when I did, nor did they come the next day. It was not until the evening of the third day that I had the "luxury" of having a variety of articles of clothing. That would be Sunday evening.
We had been told to bring dress clothes for Sunday, to go to church. My vanity was really wounded when I did not have my cute black and white cotton skirt with my black top to wear to church. Mostly everyone else was dressed to the 9's. There was only one other woman whose clothes didn't arrive. Ouch! I had a pair of black pants and a white t-shirt. At least it was in the correct color scheme ("My" color scheme)
At breakfast, I spilled tea down the front of my white t-shirt. I quickly changed into the only other thing I had to wear: an orange and brown t-shirt that would go with my brown capris that were in my luggage that was nowhere to be found. So, not only did I not have a skirt to wear, my outfit didn't match!
The amount of time I spent worrying about this is shameful! The fact that I am cringing reliving it proves that clothes mean way too much to me. I thought I GOT my lesson in humility when God said, yes, you are to go on a missions trip where you will sleep in a bunk room with 10 other women and you snore loudly. Wrong! There were other areas of my vanity God wanted to unmask in me.
Luckily, when I got to church, clothes were forgotten as the villagers worshipped God with their whole bodies, whole-heartedly. I was swept up in the sea of praise.....in my black pants and orange and brown shirt.
"Do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on.......why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow, they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." Matt 6:25-29
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I think if we're all honest, we worry way too much about how we look and what people will think of they way we look. The fact that I still can't fit into my 'regular' clothes bothers me, and I know I haven't dressed well lately. I just can't make it a priority right now. (I don't know if that's good or bad or otherwise.) With the boys, I'm lucky to get them out of the house and arrive somewhere remotely on time. Anyway, thanks for your honesty.
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