Lately I’ve been on an all-natural kick. I’ve bought
unbleached flour, tried to limit my processed food intake and started making
more from scratch. My Suzy Homemaker hat is a little lopsided, but I’ll wear it
occasionally. That being said, I’m also lazy and won’t go too far out of my way
to be healthy. For example, I know I could technically make my own cream of
[fill in the blank] soups but Campbell is so much easier. If I didn’t have ten
or so other hats to wear, maybe I’d spend all day in the kitchen creating masterpieces,
but right now I simply don’t have the time.
Likewise, my vanity shelf is as unnatural as they come. Even
my curls are chemically produced. I have not gone down the no-poo road, nor
will I. I cover my hair and face with all sorts of creams and products that
contain components I can’t pronounce, let alone know what they are. However, in
a world of natural versus artificial, I want more than anything that my faith
be 100% natural.
The other day I was shopping for Christmas gifts and lost my
cell phone. I had stupidly kept my phone in my back pocket, and the jeans I was
wearing were the stretchy kind (you know, 99% spandex). While comparing playdough
sets, Kayla decided she’d have some fun with mommy and threw her sippy cup
beneath a shelf. I bent over to pick it up, and my cell phone popped out.
I only realized my phone’s absence when I was checking out.
Panicking, I tossed the merchandise I planned to buy back into my cart and
started searching the store. Not finding it in the bathroom or where I’d retrieved
Kayla’s sippy cup, I went to customer service and asked if someone had turned
in my phone. Praise Jesus, someone did! In fact, when the employee handed me my
phone, I even said, “Praise Jesus!” The words naturally flowed from my lips.
The lady scoffed a bit at my exclamation, and at first I couldn’t figure out
why. Then the sad truth sunk in; not everyone knows Jesus.
I’ve mentioned before how my faith is really the hat rack on
which all my hats hang. I’d like to think that my faith shines through all
parts of my life. My cousin teases me sometimes and says, “Your Christian is
showing.” Like the time my conscience got the better of me, and I felt
compelled to return a refrigerated item we’d decided not to buy back to the refrigerated
area. Joking aside, I was not insulted by this statement. I mean, I sure hope
my Christian is showing!
Is yours?
Hats
off to you, my friend. I will write again, but until then...
hang
on to your hat! ;-)