It was the day before we were due to leave for a month abroad.
I lay in bed.
Too early to get up
Did I pack enough? (Ehhh….)
Did I pack too much? (Probably.)
Did I pack the right stuff? (No.)
Did I pack the wrong stuff? (Yes.)
I no longer had the –
I’ll wing it,
I’ll borrow/buy it,
attitude of my twenties.
I’m a staid seventy-four. I want to have the right clothes. For the right places. The right weather. At the right time.
As a Northern Floridian it’s dresses, shorts and skimpy tops in summer. Jeans, colorful leggings and a floppy sweater in winter.
I’d put a lot of thought into packing for this trip.
Thought myself into a cold panic.
An uncomfortable place to be.
And out of nowhere came the thought –
“Consider the lilies of the field.”
I calmed down.
Found my Bible and the passage in Matthew 6:28.
It gave me what I needed.
It’s who I am.
What I am
How I behave.
How I live.
Not how I dress.
Cyber hugs and many blessings all.