Also known as “What I’m Wearing Sunday” because as phenomenons would have it, it’s three and a half hours before Mass even begins (even though technically I have music practice at 4…so two hours) and I’m rarin’ and ready to go, blogging while the girls nap. This.never.happens. I’m usually pressing the shoot button right as I’m walking out the door juggling the two tidbits. Today however, I’m in control and I had a hott photographer whose name begins with A and ends with Y. Yessiry.
On top: Old Navy
Skirt: thrifted and altered
Tights: ? (either hand-me-downs or Gabes)
Wedges: Target via Dirt Cheap
Necklace: vintage from my Grandma
Once upon a time before there were husbands and children involved, my sister and I would make regular trips to our local Salvation Army at home on the hunt for skirts. During one of those care-free outings I found this polka-dotted one thinking I’d shorten it. Well, somewhere between here and there I lost it or forgot about it or somethin’ and then it resurfaced last summer. Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago when, during one synchronized nap session, I finally took off some inches and then pulled it on for Mass tonight. And that’s that.
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Let’s talk about Lent. I don’t have a homily to gather from since I’m still to hear it but I do have some thoughts on the season. It has been a great Lent for me so far. I’m constantly being reminded of how much I lack and therefore, how much I need God. Recently I’ve been confronted with situations involving people that get on my last nerve. You know those kinds of people, right? I’m a pretty empathetic, sensitive person but sometimes I get so angry and fed up with other people’s words and actions and this week, the poop is pretty far up there. Well, amidst all of the annoyance, I’m constantly being reminded by our Lord that I need to be even more sensitive and even more loving to the people that are driving me the most crazy. In particular, I feel myself called to pray for them verses fuming and having venting sessions in my mind or with others. When I do pray for them, the black cloud over my head (or theirs, depending how you look at it) usually disappears and it becomes so much easier to deal with them and ultimately to love them. Some people, oftentimes through no fault of their own, just don’t get it (sometimes that person is me). We live in an imperfect world full of imperfect people with a perfect God who wants us for His own. As long as we keep working for Him, life will only become easier. Difficult situations may and probably will arise, but under God’s command we will have the strength to deal. Carry on trials, carry on. For you are what make me turn in my tracks toward He who loves me and He who will make me strong. :)
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Linking up with Fine Linen and Purple along with lots of others in their Sunday best. :)