So what happens when I'm faced with something I don't want to do? Well, I feel uncomfortable. Kind of like wearing a pair of jeans that aren't my size - they don't look good, they don't feel good.
|the wrong trousers|
As I was steaming over missing church and my foiled plans for the day, it dawned on me that my problem wasn't missing the service at all. My real problem was my attitude.
Is this how I am, I help out when I want to and when it makes me feel good, and leave all those other, less heart-warming, less interesting opportunities to someone else, because well, those things just aren't my style? I hope not!
The gifts I've received were all freely given to me, and I have no problem using them on my terms. Who am I to rail against bringing them out when God asks me to? And who am I to refuse to help because this time it requires a little more effort, and wasn't my idea?
Oops. God had thrown a special event for me to attend and I didn't read the memo re: the dress code. Instead of showing up in a dress of compassion embroidered with patience, cloaked in loving kindness, I'd come in a velour track suit with ME!ME!ME! written in diamante across the butt. Talk about the wrong trousers!
So I asked for a change of clothes, and wouldn't you know? God is an amazing host, and of course He had an extra outfit in my size. It was even better than anything I own, so I ditched my ego pants (they were way too big, anyway) and slipped into something tailor-made, just perfect for the occasion, ready to attend to His will, confident in His love.
Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another... And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. Colossians 3:12-14
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