The past couple of days I’ve put on many different pants. I put on a pair of running shorts to sleep in. A pair of jeans in hopes to look semi decent for meeting new people. I also put on a skirt for church! Woo Hoo…I know! Another pair of kaki shorts that fit dress code. I love these pants in all different ways.
Some I feel pretty in, some I feel so relaxed in, some are just fun to wear, and others well, I just feel good in. There are many reasons why we wear what we wear. Our personalities can often be said through our clothes. So far on
the race mine have said that I’m easy-going, I care more about comfort than looks, or that I’m simple…nothing too fancy is necessary. I think living out of a back pack it’d be difficult to be fancy. I find myself working with what I have though. I even have cut down on my clothing selection.
As much as I love these pants, they’ve ripped. It really frustrated me at first. Here I am on a limited budget, no income, and in the middle of Thailand with ripped pants. I went through a few options in my head. I could go buy a new pair. I could throw them away and not worry about buying more. I could get them fixed. I could fix them myself. After thinking about these options, I decided to save money and fix them myself. [sorry nana!! I know you gave me some money for pants!!] I still may have to buy pants at some point. For now they are wearable and decent. Praise the Lord!!
In all these rips and stitches I realized something about myself. I realized I’ve been walking through rips and briar patches. God is ripping off my old clothes and giving me new ones. Things I thought I knew are being changed to what God says. Many times I try to stitch my rips back up to temporarily fix the issue, inevitably its ripped again. At some point in life when pursuing God, we get ripped open. There is no band-aid or patch that can fix it. You have to put on new clothes. You have to walk in new light. Even though my pants are put back together for now, I know the Lord is shedding off a layer of old here in Thailand. One can’t see the world around and NOT be ripped apart.
{ here we are at the pier on Walking street…l-r = Noom, Carmen, Jennilee, Kelly, ME, Amy, Tricia, & Mon(our translator]
BUSTIN’ AT THE SEAMS!!!
