The Semi-Sweet Psychological Cycle of Clothing

For the past few weeks I've been sorting through all of my clothes. Blouses, dresses, tee shirts, jeans, shorts, tank tops, everything. And for the past few weeks I've been having the same thought:

I don't have anything to wear!!!!!!!

I have probably had this thought at least 10 times this week, and it's only Tuesday. TUESDAY.

Then I thought, why is it that every single time I try to convince myself that I don't have anything, the Lord somehow reminds me of how I have EVERYTHING?

I went through some of my tops today and thought, "why do I complain about not having anything to wear? Is it because I'm selfish? Is it because I want nicer things? Is it because I don't like any of these clothes anymore? OR am I so conflicted due to the fact that the Lord is gently reminding me of how much He's given me?"

I think the answer is that last sentence. How could it not be? Every time my selfishness and impulsiveness begin to cloud my mind and my heart, the Lord is present in reminding me of how selfless HE is. There are millions of people who would give anything to have more than one article of clothing in their possession, and here I am wishing I had MORE than I already do.

It's so cliche: being thankful for what you have, don't take things for granted, etc.

But the fact is, these two things are absolutely and completely inevitable, because we are fallen by nature. Many women will have these thoughts for the rest of our lives (the women who are as clothing crazy as I am). We're human, and we're nowhere near perfect. So pondering on this idea helped me to not beat myself too much about my impulsive and selfish clothing behavior. Not that I shouldn't work on becoming more selfless, and unceasingly thankful.

So, I reorganized my closet today. When I say reorganized, I took items of clothing that were in my drawers, and I hung them up in my closet. It was amazing. I mixed more colors and more patterns. It was like my wardrobe had a new life. It just looked so different.

And then I stood looking at the things I had just hung up on my hangers, and I was thankful. Thankful to have clothing. Thankful that the Lord reminded me of my blatant ridiculousness. And thankful that tomorrow, when I wake up and again complain of not having something chic and cute to wear, that He'll remind me again of just how blessed I am.

This, is what I believe to be the Semi-Sweet Psychological Cycle of Clothing. :)