Getting ready to pack for the Orphan Summit. Trying on clothes that I haven't worn since last spring. I tried on a dress just for the fun of it, a cute floral maxi dress. ( No I am not planning on wearing it!) I put it on and I instantly felt that feeling when you are a little girl twirling around in the new dress your momma just bought or made you. Aaaah! I felt girly, super feminine and pretty. None of which I feel too often anymore. I usually feel like a frantically dressed, half wrinkled, food stained, hair always out of place, in a hurry mother. But at this moment in my bedroom all that had been pushed aside and here I was standing feeling a bit renewed and almost overwhelmed by the way this dress made me feel. Now mind you, once I took a look in the mirror, I caught a glimpse of my hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail, the hint of day-long-makeup left on my face, and the bags from an already-long-week hanging below my eyes.
Uugh!!!! I cringed for a moment and asked..."Why is it that a pretty dress can make feel the way I often long to feel. When I have access to the one who can fill me so full and refresh even my darkest of days."
I know He is there waiting and whispering daily to me that I am his.
I know that He gives a peace that can surpass anything a dress or anyone on this Earth can provide for me.
I have felt his restoration and heard Him tell me even in my long, hard, not getting anywhere, full of mistakes kind of days that he has created me in His image AND for a purpose.
So WHY??? is it that some days I let little things dictate how I feel about who I am???????
Just want to say that I am thankful that my Savior never gives up on me!