It Doesn't Matter What We Look Like

I woke up this morning, exhausted from staying up late, and I was exceptionally grumpy about the fact that I didn't get up in time to take a shower before church. I put on a hat to cover up my messy hair (I don't like wearing hats to church), my clothes didn't match right, and I hardly had time to put on enough makeup to cover up my broken-out face. I felt like crap. I looked like crap. I talked like crap. I was crap. (Honestly, I wish I could be using a stronger word...)

I went to church... I knew it would be one of those days where I would be so utterly consumed in insecurity that I wouldn't want to worship or pay attention. Ugh... I hate those days when I wallow in my own misery and disgust...

Then I remembered all the amazing things God has been doing in my life the past few weeks, and I remembered that He doesn't care what people look like, or how they're dressed, or whether or not they're wearing a hat in church... HE DOESN'T CARE. He loves and cares for us NO MATTER WHAT WE LOOK LIKE...

So despite the way I was feeling, I made a conscious decision to fully engage myself in God's presence during worship. I kept my eyes closed the entire time because I knew if I looked at the people around me then I would be wondering what they thought about my appearance. I knew, though, that it doesn't matter what they might think. God knew where my heart was.

So my crappy day turned into a joyful day. I had a great time worshipping the Lord and I fully enjoyed the teaching that was given by the pastor.

God is good!