MORNINGS WITH JESUS DEVOTIONAL STRUGGLED TO PUSH BACK the rising panic. How in the world do I get myself in these messes? I groaned. I’d gone to the department store that evening to shop for a dress; it had been years since I’d bought one, and two weddings were coming up. I finally found a pretty peach dress with a side zipper. Figuring I could wear a smaller size dress than pants, I pulled one off the rack and headed for the dressing room. As soon as I pulled the dress over my head, I saw that the sides of the zipper wouldn’t even come close to each other. So I tried to pull the dress off. It wouldn’t budge. I tried pushing it down over my hips. No chance. Several times I grabbed the bottom edge and pulled upward. I was stuck. My husband was on a job assignment out of the country. My daughter had recently moved away. Should I call a friend to come to the store with a pair of scissors? Should I stick my head out of the dressing room and call a salesperson? Then I thought about praying for help. And I’m not sure how, but I finally got out of that dress. I often find myself in situations that would be hilarious if they were scenes in a television sitcom, but in real life—not so much. If the circumstances are the result of my own foolishness or poor choices, I don’t immediately think of praying for help. Yet I wouldn’t hesitate to call out to Jesus if I were in a serious emergency. Since Jesus loves me unconditionally, I should trust Him to respond to my cries anytime I need Him, whether I’m in mortal danger or just stuck in a too-small dress in a department store.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 11:11:25 +0000
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