How Much More…?

I have a very tiny clothing budget. Annually, I spend less than $100.  It’s not that I don’t like clothes–I happen to be very fond of certain designers of high-end clothing. Here are two of my very favorite dresses:

I just limit myself so my family doesn’t go into debt. I haven’t bought dresses this expensive in many, many years.

Lately the most incredible thing has happened. I have been given not only nice clothes, but the kind of clothes that I like, the ones that are just my style, the ones I have sent secret prayers up asking for.

I’m known for having more wardrobe malfunctions than a Superbowl haft-time show. Not by choice, mind you, my clothes just don’t often fit right. And when I go buy new clothes, they fit even worse, no matter what happened in the dressing room. Even jeans and tee-shirts, my traditional go-to for avoiding malfunctions, have failed me.

But the clothes I’ve been given lately have fit perfectly–almost as if they were tailor made for me!

And I’m no longer Mrs. Awkward, embarrassing my family if I attempt more than jeans and a tee-shirt.

I have some rather big prayers that haven’t been answered, far bigger than having clothes that fit right. Yet when I’ve had these small prayers answered, I have more hope for the big prayers. Super big ones. Like the kind that Hannah or Sarah prayed.

Matthew: 28-30 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?”