At Least My Underwear is Cute

I Thessalonians 2:8, "Because we loved you so much, we were delighted to share with you not only the gospel of God but our lives as well" (NIV).

Well, fine.  But this is one heck of a story to share...

Here's the truth, friends.  Sometimes we just have to make the best decision we can in the moment we're given... and sometimes even the best possible decision is a pretty crappy one.  This is real life.

So, today I set my alarm and still rolled out of bed later than I had planned for a coffee date.  I'm just going to throw it out there, right now, that I have recently determined that there are a great number of country songs that I could make into excellent coffee shop parodies if I so chose.  True story.  I was belting one out just a little too loudly as I arrived downtown, this morning... waited for the guy in front of me to open the door... ordered my mocha... sat down with my friend who had arrived early... chatted for an hour... and then went to the bathroom. 

I have no earthly idea if it is appropriate to blog about the bathroom.  Realistically, I kind of doubt it, but we've come this far, so hang on...

This is the moment at which I realized that my jeans were quite split... down the backside...

Nice.

Sometimes I say things like, "I don't have time for this."  That's how I felt, today.  It takes me fifteen minutes to drive anywhere from my home.  I had other appointments to keep.  After discreetly returning to my coffeehouse chair, I wrapped it up with my friend and decided I would simply have to make a quick run to Walmart.  It was closer than going home.

As I entered the store, two things ran through my mind.  The first was, "I give up.  This is the day I become a quitter".  I posted something similar to my Facebook page.  I am slightly horrified that exactly three people "liked" it, and one of them works at my hometown Walmart.  The second was, "At least my underwear is cute."  I am 100% sure this is completely inappropriate to blog, and yet... here we are...

I proceeded to buy a pair of jeans in a size that I promised myself I would never buy again.  Apparently, I break promises.  Then I killed it on the treadmill at Planet Fitness.  Because I guess I'm still not a quitter, even though I really want to be, sometimes.  And then I ate Chinese food, which probably completely negated the whole treadmill thing.

There was a point to this somewhere...

Ah, yes... decisions...

I have often felt like my hands are tied, lately.  What I really think I want (not to be confused with what I really want) is to have every possible choice set before me and to get to pick whatever I hoped for.  But this is decidedly not real life.

Sometimes the most important thing we get to choose on any given day is whether or not to go into Walmart in our split jeans.  And I'm not even certain I made the right decision on that one!  Amazingly enough, whether it was the best I could do or not, I did survive.

I hope that's encouraging, especially if you currently find yourself in a place where the choices seem limited and so many things seem unimportant.  I find myself in that place a lot, lately, but I'm pretty sure it won't last forever.

Let's just call this proof that your story is probably a bigger deal than mine, today, and I managed to share mine on the World Wide Web. 

You matter.  Don't quit.

 
L.