yesterday was easter sunday. when i woke up on sunday morning the very last thing i wanted to do was go to church. i dragged myself into the shower, then with a sigh of frustration i faced my closet. first i couldn't decide what to wear. nothing was right- nothing felt right. after my clothing disaster i faced the challenge of my hair and well that just opened up a completely new can of worms. now for all you men out there who read this and think to yourselves, "wow chelsea these sure do seem like ridiculous problems. these issues ruined your morning?" to you i reply, well you're right (a little bit) these are ridiculous problems and i did have my focus in the wrong place. however i don't think you grasp the completely consuming way that not being able to find an outfit takes over. it becomes more than just the clothes that you wear- it affects how you look at yourself. with one tee-shirt you can be sexy, smart, ugly, or sad. the clothes speak about us. but i digress...
anyway as i walked into church i felt myself wishing that i had stayed home, covers thrown over my head, waiting till monday. but then God, as He usually does, intervened. during worship on sunday i could barely keep my feet on solid ground. this Lord i worship is amazing. i sang at the very top of my voice, i threw my hands into the air, and i remembered His promise. Jesus died so that i might have eternal life. the best part of that is that i don't have to wait till i die to claim that promise. i have life over the ordinary, mundane aspects of life. as we sang about His resurrection i was reminded once again that He gave me everything. i am not trapped by clothes or feelings or sorrow! hallelujah!
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