Saturday, December 5, 2009

How God brought my fbs home again.

I'm not much of a skirt person. I'm more of the jeans-type. But because we go to a Baptist church, I have to wear skirts or dresses on Sundays and Wednesday evenings. So about 3 or 4 years ago, I bought a simple, knee-length, lined black skirt. It's perfect. I can dress it up or down, it fits me perfectly, even when my weight fluctuates by 10 pounds, which it has done several times in the last few years, and I love it (the skirt, not the weight fluctuation).

The last time I wore my favorite black skirt was about a month ago, on the Sunday I went to visit my parents after church. When I got home that night, I decided it needed to go to the dry cleaner, so I folded it and put it . . . somewhere. I don't remember where. And that was the last time I saw it.

For the last week or so, I have been looking for my fbs and haven't been able to find it. I dug through my closet. Tore apart both girls' closets. Looked in the cars. Even stopped at the cleaner to ask if they had it (they didn't). I was about to give up all hope, when I remembered that, at about the same time, I was making a pile of stuff to take to the Goodwill, and it hit me: I must have picked it up with all that other stuff and donated my fbs to total strangers.

I was sick. Do you know how hard it is to find the perfect black skirt? Of course you do. It's like finding jeans. Or a bathing suit. Or a someone you can trust to cut your hair right.

So today Elijah and I stopped at the Goodwill. I braved the December crowds to get inside, but couldn't get to the skirt racks. I went past them, heading down the row of shorts, intending to circle back to the skirts. But before I took two steps down the shorts aisle, THERE WAS MY FAVORITE BLACK SKIRT!! Right there in the shorts!!

I laughed right out loud. I mean, what are the odds of finding that skirt in the middle of all those shorts? After three weeks?? If I had made it to the skirts rack, I would have looked there and not found my fbs and left empty handed! I would never have looked in the shorts!

Never believe God doesn't care about the little things.

Be thankful ~



Annie said...

Oh, that's so like God, to show up when you least expect Him!!! I love it! Glad you got your skirt back!

Brother Ben said...

Fellas watch me demonstrate how it's better to be smart than handsome... ready? OK here goes.

Sweetheart, I didn't know you'd gained any weight, ever! You're kidding! NO WAY, you just wrote that for the blog!

Deb said...

Ok, do you want to know how much like Grandma I am? I just cried over this.