When I was a teenager my favorite attire was anything gray, dark gray, or light gray. You get the picture. It would drive my Grandma nuts, and I’m pretty sure my Mom wasn’t too happy about it either. Grandma would always say, “Why don’t you put on something with a little color?”
So when I heard God whisper that very same thing to me the past few days when I went to my closet, I thought, Really, Lord? Okay, if it means that much to You. I found myself wearing turquoise one day and red the next. But something still wasn’t right.
Then I realized He wasn’t talking about my shirts but my socks. Okay, I’m about to reveal how goofy I am, so please be kind. I am a fuzzy sock kind of girl. The crazier the colors, the warmer and thicker, the better. I mean, I wear them as long as I can until summer hits and my feet feel like they’re in a sauna and I have to pack them away for cooler days.
But why would God tell me to put on a little color and wear my crazy socks?
Because sometimes I take things way too seriously. I worry a LOT about the people in my life, circumstances I can’t control, writing deadlines, the food I buy, the fabric softener I use. I stress about money, our daughter’s braces, the car getting stuck in the driveway, and what needs fixed around the house and when will we be able to get to it. I check and recheck my email (waiting to hear on writing projects) until frustrated sighs leave my lungs and hover over me like the Goodyear Blimp. Meanwhile God is patiently waiting, sitting on the chair beside me, wondering when I’ll stop this frantic nonsense and turn to Him.
Worry has become a way of life for me, and God is telling me to knock it off.
He wants me to laugh more. He wants me to loosen up, let go, take a deep breath, get back into the kitchen and slide on the floor, turn up those 80’s songs I love so much and start doing my ridiculously silly dance moves while no one is here. No one. Hmmm. God is here. And like any good father, He wants me to get silly and have some fun, to relax my grip on the reigns of my life. Actually, He wants me to hand them over to Him. Not just sort of, kind of, here you go and then snatch them back. He wants me to really give them over to Him, so I can sit back and enjoy this ride we’re on together.
Sure I’ve got work to do. A lot of work. But God knows if I keep stressing, keep overthinking, keep trying too hard, that I’m not really trusting Him to work things out the way only He can. It means I’m still trying to do everything in my own strength which means I’m going to fall flat on my face, lying there like a pig in slop wondering what just happened. Not fully trusting God is not really trusting God at all.
Lord, help me to trust you more and forgive me for my doubts.
Yes, I’m going to put on a little color today; a little more joy as I concoct a new gooey chocolate dessert just for fun that I’ll have smeared all over my face in no time. I’m going to giggle like the little girl I used to be (who loved walking in mud puddles, the mud oozing between my toes) as I dance in my fuzzy socks to the music I love. And I’m going to listen for the sound of my Heavenly Father’s voice as He laughs with me, giving me a big hug when I laugh myself into tears.
“Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.” (Matthew 6:34 MSG.)