....Let's Party

It's not everyday that a wonderful opportunity comes our way that triggers a negative response from me! I've never been good at fancy parties or mixing with the elite. Therefore, I immediately go into panic mode! My biggest fear is wearing the wrong thing! My clothes are too casual and the dresses I own are not party worthy. Yes, I could shop for the perfect dress, but who will tell me what the dress attire is?......my husband!

For instance: My husband joined an exclusive Golf Club and the first party we were invited to my sweet man says, "Don't worry about what you wear, honey! I promise you that nobody will be dressed up. Most people will be coming straight from the golf course. There will be a mixture of everything. You'll be fine." So, I wore capri pants and sandals! When I walked into the banquet hall I was mortified! All my insecurities just slapped me in the face!

I saw every kind of party dress!.... strapless, sequined, dresses slit up the leg and capri pants....that would be me! And my husband doesn't understand why I get stressed about these things!

I'm generally laid back, silly and friendly. But, put me in the same room with rich women, eyebrows lifted and noses in the air, and I'm speechless! There's not an ounce of fat on their bodies and their clothes reflect the results of their lack of food. And here I am with my spanks that only firm my jiggles, but does nothing to reduce my body to a smaller size. I'm not one to complain, but I'd rather be home watching a Hallmark! But, for the sake of my husband and our marriage, I will smile and attend this party with him! I will stand by his side and admit to myself privately that I'm old, frumpy and out of touch.

Not once in my Blog have I mentioned anything positive about myself. I must be the most miserable person on the planet! How can I claim to be a Christian when I proclaim that I'm ungrateful and unhappy? What kind of witness am I? Who in the world would want to be a Christian after listening to me gripe about how unhappy I am.

Why is it easier to see the bad things about us? Why do we trade the fun, fancy party for a miserable pity party? We should be ashamed! Do we have to be reminded that we are fearfully and wonderfully made by the creator of the universe? He doesn't make mistakes! He created us in His own image and He knows everything about us. He know your name and mine. He loved us from the very beginning of time!

So, next time we start to complain or criticize about the way we look, lets remember whose child we are! Because......If I am made in His image, then I can truly say, "I look like my Father!"