Yes, all of you be submissive to one another,
and be clothed with humility, for
"God resists the proud,
But gives grace to the humble."
1 Peter 5:5
I was wearing my pink gloves...they matched my shirt, white shoes and white undershirt that peeked out above the sparkle-studded pink top. For some reason it mattered to me what I was wearing to a hardware store, but not my husband. He was the one leaving a trail of down feathers behind as he walked through the store wearing his favorite coat - not because it was pretty, but because it was warm (he's practical like that). Behind him, floating in the air like dandelion seeds in the breeze, were tiny feathers catching a ride on the air current caused by the stores overhead heater. The feathers were escaping from small burn holes in his coat, caused by flying embers that landed on it while burning brush piles on our property. It was his favorite coat, he didn't care about the feathers. A kinesthetic person seldom chooses looks over comfort. But I, on the other hand, a visual, have been known to wear itchy, uncomfortable, stiff clothing because I thought it was pretty...go figure.
Today as I walked with this man through the store, I felt like God was giving me a glimpse of myself the way He sees me (and my husband). A view from the outside looking in. Next to me I saw a man unencumbered by the trivial details of what he looked like as he rummaged through boxes of pipe fittings, to find the right piece for a broken water pipe. And with him was a picky visual wearing pink gloves, who was too annoyed with things of little value, like (his) muddy pants and floating feathers...and what people thought about them. Before I had time to bat another feather away from my face, God let me see what I was really wearing - a covering of something much uglier than my husbands coat - an attitude of vanity and pride.
In my spirit I knew what mattered most in life wasn't what we wear on the outside, but what we wear in our hearts. Pink gloves on a prideful heart is no better than lipstick on a pig, they both end up wallowing in something ugly and smelly. As a visual person, my prayer is that God will open my eyes to those things in life that really matter and keep my focus on Him...not wholly coats on other people (or my husband).
He got the pipe fixed, so hopefully we won't get a water bill for a million dollars. I took off the pink gloves and helped him. His coat is hanging on the coat rack as I write this, with feathers peeking out the holes. I have a feeling it's going to be around for a long time. I don't think my husband (or God) is finished with it yet.