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IAI walked in and sat down like I normally do when I’m wearing a dress and heels…except this time, I was very aware… I wasn’t.
We were out of town for a quiet weekend at a cabin, and somehow I remembered everyone’s church clothes except mine.
So I had two options:
Stay back… or go in sweats.
I went.
Sacrament started, and as I sat there, I began thinking about my week. The moments I needed grace. The things I needed forgiveness for. The ways I needed God.
I wrestled kids.
Exchanged smiles with strangers I’d never met.
And then someone got up and bore their testimony… and it hit me.
So I got up to share mine too.
Halfway to the pulpit, my little chubby faced three yr old with his perfect little bowl cut—came running after me.
So there I was… standing at the pulpit… in sweats… holding my toddler while he played with his cars… bearing my testimony.
And you know what happened?
Nothing.
Not a single comment.
Not a weird look.
Not a side eye.
Honestly… I almost forgot I was even wearing sweats.
Because I didn’t go there looking for judgment.
I went looking for Christ.
And I found Him. In the man who shared his testimony and in the 12-year-old girl who reminded me that God loves all of us, no matter what, when she so bravely got up to bear hers.
People love to share stories about the one or two judgmental people.
But no one talks about the hundreds who quietly show up… worship… love others… and go home.
I usually wear a nice dress to church. I try to look my best out of respect for God.
But today?
Today, sweats were my best.
And I think He was just really happy I came.
The same way He’ll be happy to see you.
Whether you feel put together or completely undone…
whether you feel like a saint or like you’re barely holding it together or covered in sin. Isn’t that why we come anyway? What would be the point if we were perfect?
So yeah…
Nothing happened with the sweats. Like literally nothing.
And that meant everything🥹
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