So I brought one SUPER nice bra on the race specifically for church and special outings with my team. Just ONE. (Now, before you judge me, keep in mind I packed for a full 11 months and barely had room for anything in my bag. Lol!) I figured we’d be baking out in the heat most days, so I packed mostly sports bras (plus they take up wayyy less space). 
(After reflecting, that was a little foolish of me, but hey! That’s what I did. Hahahaa!)
Anyway…
During month two, in the Dominican Republic, I took my clothes to the laundromat to have them washed and, lo and behold, homegirl put my bra in the dryer. My only good bra IN THE DRYER, y’all! 
Ladies, you know the bras that cost an arm and a leg? Anddddd a pinky toe?!? The cute, comfy bra that fits you JUST right? Yea, THAT bra! I kid you not, I was leaning over that counter sickkkk, trying to figure out what to do. You hear me?!? SICK. The poor little hooks in the back were bent aaallllll out of shape and when I whipped out some pliers desperate for a breakthrough, the hooks messed around and snapped on me, Jesus! 
Every Sunday morning after that, I had to wear a sports bra under my Sunday clothes. Talk about feelings being hurt! It’s just not the same without a real bra under a dress! (Help me out here, ladies! Can you even imagine?!?) But I had to pull it together. Besides, I had a quick layover in Chicago after month three, so I’d place an order before then.
To make sure I wouldn’t end up in the same boat, I ordered TWO bras-and guess what?!?!? I ordered the WRONG SIZE! 
Jazzzzzz, what in the world, girl?!?!? Do you want these bras or not?!? Once I realized what I had done, it was far too late to correct the mistake and have them shipped again. Needless to say, I had theeee BIGGEST pity party for myself, ran a few laps to shake it off a bit, had the bras returned, and died a little inside. Clearly, these particular bras were not what God had for me. I couldn’t afford them anyway!
Okay, God. I’ll wait. But since the race began, we haven’t had the chance to visit any malls or shopping centers. So find a decent bra how? When? Yeah, okay. It was the silliest thing to most, but it mattered to me. Either way, I wasn’t getting my way, so I blocked it from my mind. (Probably because I avoided wearing my dress. Lol!)
I. KID. YOU. NOT! Just now, a parent of one of my precious babies writes me to say she’s traveling to India in a few weeks for work. “Oh yea, Jazz! By the way, you need me to bring you anything?” (*Mouth drops!*) Ummm…as a matter of fact, I do!! Would you bring me a couple of bras, please?!!!!
I even offered to have them shipped to her home to make life easier, but she INSISTS on buying them as a gift and bringing them when she comes. Talk about a BLESSING!
Look at God! He’s always looking out for me. Always! And I’m over here acting like a complete fool. Lol! 
Jesus, I just love you! Please help me to grow in patience, help me to be thankful for all of the things I have, and above all, help me to lean on YOU to provide. You know exactly what I need and your plans are always perfect. Who would’ve thought? Same city, same time, and halfway across the world. 
Matthew 6:25-34
(Oh yea, I’ve double checked the bra size about 10 times. We’re all set!)
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