Today as I was getting ready for church, it was super easy to figure out what I was going to wear because of 7. I had already picked out two dresses and the first one hadn't been washed from the beach, so I was set. My little guy, Eli had different problems.
First, he came down the stairs in jeans that had grass stains and holes in the knees. His Daddy sent him back up for round 2. He came back down in a pair of camo shorts - clean thank goodness and a different pattern camo shirt and flip flops.
I sent him back up not for the camo but because he struggles to keep the flip flops on. He huffed and puffed back up the stairs and said, I like church but I don't like getting ready for it."
Now, you should know the back story on this guy. He's almost five. When he was almost three he hated putting on Sunday clothes. We have a closet full (courtesy of his older cousin and my nephew) really nice boy clothes. Polo shirts, khaki pants, more than he could possibly wear. On the weekdays he typically chose from about five shirts that he really liked and camo pants. He had just gotten these John Deere camo overalls and was begging to wear them. I tried to explain to him that God wants us to wear our best on Sunday out of respect for Him. He said, "MOM! These camo overalls are MY best! Look at the pockets right here! Look at the deer picture! This is what I want to wear but you make me wear these clothes I don't even like. I don't think Jesus cares what you wear!"
Wow! I had to stop and do a heart check right here. After telling Eli I was going to pray about it and talking to his Dad while we got ready and drank coffee we both realized he was right. As long as it was clean and it was his best, he should choose what he wears. So for the last two years, Eli has happily chosen a wardrobe with way less than 7 and every Sunday morning he picks out his best.
I am learning that it really can be that easy.
Sincerely,
Dawn
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