Yesterday I was blessed with a day off. I hadn't been feeling well and basically looked like death so my friend let me take a day to relax. Of course, I didn't do to much of that. I took Joseph out with me to shop at Goodwill and do a few other things. I brought the clothes home and thought, I should probably wash this stuff. I finished one load of clothes and threw the rest in.
When I went to take the first load out of the dryer, they weren't dry so I started them back up. By this time it was 10 and we were dead tired. We had spent 2 hours working in the yard since the 'tears of heaven' had made our yard look like a jungle. I was so tired that I said, I'll just throw the clothes in the dryer in the morning.
When we got up this morning, Justin ran into the hallway to get a pair of jeans. I instantly thought, CRAP I forgot the laundry. After apologizing to Justin for my fail of getting his jeans out I opened the washing machine and started throwing clothes into the dryer. I pulled out my shirt and was confused. I didn't have pink clothes. I hate the color pink. I'm not a girly girl. So pink isn't really in my clothes. I pulled out my bra..... which was also pink. I was so confused. There was no red clothes in the wash. I had washed everything in there. Then I pulled it out.......
I bought a jean jacket, that was purple, for my niece. I instantly dropped my head as I began pulling out item of clothing after clothing. Pink, pink, pink. Shirts, Bras, shorts, and my husbands jeans were no longer light blue. I grabbed my phone and began searching how to get the pink out of stuff. I wasn't to worried about my things, just my husbands things. I sat down and said, "How could this have happened?!?" The shirt was used. The shirt had buttons falling off of it. It looked well used.
God, who is amazing in all situations, showed me that I judged the shirt by it's appearance. I looked at it and instantly made a judgement call based on what it looked like. I had done just the thing I was angry about a few weeks before. I ASSUMED that it had been washed. And then when I made a judgement call it ended in disaster.
For me I had new things to wear around the house. I was furious about my husbands clothes. As humans we do this all the time. We make a judgement call based on what something SEEMS like. A lot of the times we do it without thinking that we are doing it. I recently went to a meeting with a group of people much older than myself. When you glance at me, I'm not the picture of what "christian" looks like. When I left and was on my way home, I began instantly thinking about things I should do to change my appearance to fit the mold of "christian."
I started looking for scriptures this morning about judgement. The classics went through my view and one stood out to me.
A person may think their own way are right, but the Lord weighs the heart. (NIV)
Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, but the LORD pondereth the hearts. (KJV)
Proverbs 21:2
You know, I have dyed hair, I cut my hair, I wear pants, I have tattoos, I have piercings, I ride a motorcycle. I'm not blue collar. I couldn't be if I wanted to. I've felt out of place before in a ministry setting. I keep telling myself that there are people out there who will draw to me BECAUSE of who I am and what I project out. God knows my heart. Just like God knew the outcome of that wonderful purple jacket.
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