Last week I decided I wanted a pair of jeans. I had no hole-free jeans that fit, so it didn't seem like an inappropriate desire. So, on Grandma Day I swung by Target, grabbed a few pairs, tried them on (I accidentally grabbed a pair of the "skinny jeans"--AAAAHH! Nasty town!), made my choice, and dropped $30, figuring it was worth my time to get a good pair for more than I've paid for clothes in a long, long time.
Well, wouldn't you know, I started to feel guilty. I kept trying to tell myself that it was worth saving the time of rummaging through Goodwill racks (because my time is so valuable--like how Bill Gates loses money if he stops to pick up a penny--just like that). But I reasoned that God knows what I need and how much time I have, and what if I told Him about it and then trusted Him to put the right jeans in the right place at the right time (if I really needed them)? And then, to clinch it, I heard a lady on the radio say that she'd always told her kids that they don't need brand new clothes, and I am SO that lady.
So, I left the tags on and today (the next Grandma Day) I went to Love Inc (a thrift store) on my way to return the jeans to Target. I'd been praying/thinking about it all week, and I walked in the store with sort of medium-level faith. I wouldn't have been able to walk on water or anything. Well, I walked up to the jeans rack, grabbed four pairs that I guessed were my size (which is pretty variable during these, my childbearing years), tried them on...and walked out the door with--literally--the first two pair I'd grabbed off the rack. For $6 total. Yessssss!
Yay for God-shopping. I'll never have to go to the mall again!
I was going to take a pic, because that seemed like the bloggy thing to do, but upon consideration that seemed a little weird. And you all know what jeans look like, anyway. I'll just tell you they're not the skinny kind.
