7: Month Three: Comfy Pants How I Will Miss You

Month two was incredibly LONG!!  Heading into October, I loved chicken.  In fact, when out to eat, I typically will get chicken.  After 31 days of eating chicken, I am no longer a fan.  I have no intention of eating chicken for quite a while. 


Thinking over the past month, here are some lessons I learned...
I am a spoiled, rotten brat.  At all times, I have so much food at my fingerprints.  It is not just the quantity of food that is available, it is the variety.  I love the variety...I am used to the variety...I'm afraid there a part of me that thinks I work hard to deserve the variety!  I.am.a.spoiled.rotten.brat!

Food is never a worry for me.  I might stress about whether to make spaghetti or chili, but I never stress about whether I have food to feed my family.  I am blessed beyond measure just on the basis of this alone.  When I pray over my meal, I need to really think on my words and truly thank the One who has provided.


So, now we move onto month number three...clothes.  For the entire month of November, I will wear 7 articles of clothing.  I picked...1 pair of black dress pants, 1 pair of jeans, 1 long sleeve black tee, 1 pink cardigan (I am a teacher you know), 1 dress shirt, 1 blue tunic shirt, and 1 long sleeve purple shirt.  This.is.it folks...my wardrobe for the next month...

In addition, we get seven accessories...I chose 1 pair of black flats, 1 pair of black boots, 2 scarves, 1 necklace, 1 pair footless tights,  and 1 pair of earrings

Unfortunately, I think this month just may be harder on me than last month.  As I stated earlier, I love my clothes and shoes.  I mean who doesn't enjoy pretty clothes.  Who doesn't like some variety of clothing and shoes?  Really, did I just type that?  I.am.a.spoiled.rotten.brat!  Why? Why? Why am I so concerned about these materialistic, temporal things?

An excerpt from 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess
"There is something noble about an assembly of believers in simple clothes, where the lobby isn't filled with people saying "You look pretty" to one another.  Maybe looking pretty isn't the catalyst for the Spirit's movement.  Perhaps an obsessive occupation with dresses and hair and shoes detracts us from the point of the gathering: a fixation on Jesus.  When the jars of clay remember they are jars of clay, the treasure within gets all the glory, which seems somehow more fitting."

So, my prayer this month is with a mandated 7 articles of clothing my focus will be more on the treasure I have within than on how I look on the outside.