Red and black – the choir uniform for today.
I checked through my wardrobe for anything I could successfully combine to fit the requirements.
Black top, black trousers and my trusty red cardigan.
I was good to go.
I wear mild makeup mostly on Sundays and maybe on special occasions, but today, I heard the inner witness in my heart say that there was no need for a face beat. I looked in the mirror and almost agreed until I began thinking that maybe my 1980s afro would stand out quite much for my liking; I needed something else on my face to ease off the contrast from my normal look as a result of my new haircut.
Maybe some powder to take the shine off.
Then some eyeliner to sharpen my eyes and distract from the bags.
Lip gloss followed. Two, in fact, to give my lips some definition.
Then some minor eyebrow enhancement.
I didn’t look too made up, but I didn’t look dull either. It was just. Right!
I could sense myself still questioning why I shouldn’t have used any makeup at all, but I was consoled by the fact that it wasn’t much.
Praise and worship – one of my favourite sessions of any church service.
As I was about to head up with my fellow singers, I got the urge to take some tissue with me, so I did. We began to sing and I could feel the atmosphere change as we worshipped. It wasn’t long before I got very overwhelmed and my heart began to well up with so much love for my heavenly Father and my Lord Jesus that tears began to pour uncontrollably.
Thank God I had some tissue.
By the end of the session, I felt lifted. I had reached my Father’s heart and knew He was pleased, but unfortunately, I walked off looking like this:
God surely has a sense of humour, and it played out quite well today. I returned to my seat looking like a zombie and I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. If only I had listened to the inner witness and left the makeup out of my morning routine, I would have had a less frightening face after worship.
God is interested in the little details of our lives, and He finds amusing ways to teach us that truth. But what about the big things?
After bible study, I got up and made my way to the choir stand. I noticed a man I usually see at church quite often, sitting down alone and looking a bit lost. I felt the urge to go say hi to him but within the second, some form of distraction took my attention away and that was how I missed the opportunity for another simple obedience. During the worship session, I had a good view of the entire congregation and at one point my heart remembered the man I had seen earlier, so I made a quick glance to see if he was there, I looked and looked again, but he was gone.
What will it cost me if I continue to ignore the inner witness?
A messed up face?