Sunday, March 23, 2014

What I Wore {Sunday Shorts}

In which it is definitely NOT warm enough to wear shorts. Oh, spring, where art thou???

It's been a few weeks or more since I've linked up with the ladies at Fine Linen & Purple for a little What I Wore Sunday so I thought I'd get back on the dressing up for Mass bandwagon since I was commentating today {and the sun is out so you might think it is nice out}.



Dress: Target clearance
Jacket: Thrifted
Tights: Target
Boots: Shoe Dept.
Necklace: Target clearance
Glasses: Costco
Hair: pulled back to look like I'm 6 again


That sun had me fooled. It is stinking cold out there! And yet, even though it seems that spring might just be a fling this year no matter how much I would like a firm commitment, we are reminded to have hope in our second reading today.

This passage from Romans is within my top five favorites in all of Scripture. What more hope do we need than to know that God doesn't need us to be perfect, He doesn't even expect it! He gives us His Son out of pure unselfish love, to allow us to be reunited fully with Him, to give us hope, to give us new eyes, to turn our hearts of stone into hearts of flesh, to make in us a dwelling of the Holy Spirit that we might forever be one with Him. 

Sure, I'd like some warm weather as much as the next person stuck in this polar vortex of a winter, but that is some pretty good news and reason for hope if I ever doubted there was a reason. The eternal springtime is ours for the asking and taking - we just have to endure the winter a wee bit longer to get there. God promises us it is coming, it is ours. Even in our brokenness, heaven awaits us. 













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1 comment:

  1. But seriously, this is supposed to be the LAST cold week. The last one! We can dooooooooo iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit......

    ReplyDelete

I'd love to hear your thoughts! Rest assured I do read each and every word, but please forgive me if I don't get back to you right away. The toddler tugging on my leg and the one year old pulling my hair may have seized control of my typing abilities. Blessings on your day!