This is a post I wrote about a year and a half ago, but am just now getting around to posting it properly...
Well, like most of you on a crazy Saturday night, I’m sitting here folding laundry, pondering the complexities of life.
There’s been an abundance of changes in our lives the past two and half years, and I’m just now getting around to processing all that’s happened. Oh, sure, I’ve sort of processed along the way, but it’s a little like trying to get your bearings while you’re on a merry-go-round. There’s really no hope of overcoming the dizziness and finding clarity again until you’ve been on solid ground for a few moments.
As I sort through this freshly washed laundry (thanks to my hard-working better half), I’m sorting through feelings and memories as they flash in front of me. I look at that merry-go-round now from my seat on the bench, still reeling and dizzy, watching bits of whimsical animals and familiar faces flying by in a blur. I can’t tell if I’m really supposed to be able to make sense of it all yet, but I’m trying to allow the feelings to come, and to handle them with care as I look them over.
Frayed pajama pants, miniature leggings, things to hang and things to fold, all being placed in their appropriate piles like clockwork, until I see the purple socks. Those socks. The socks that God bought for us right when we needed them. This is going to sound insane, but just because God provided for us in really bizarre ways doesn’t mean he deserves any less glory, so here goes:
During a particularly tight year for us financially, Ben and I both received Fitbits as gifts, and we got really into them. Like, REALLY into it. Those who know my husband will understand what I mean when I say that the Fitbit was one of his “kicks” and he was really going strong with that one. He walked like a madman. I mean, I walked too, but he was insane. He literally paced our little house, even doing living room laps as he watched TV. It was a phenomenon. I’ll admit that I paced, too, and between the two of us we left quite a path on the carpet in that rental house. Ok, yeah, it was weird, but at least we were HEALTHY. Stop judging, geez.
Ben found all kinds of little perks and quirks with the Fitbit usage. He did online challenges, he competed with his Dad and brother for most steps and most active minutes and most-insane-weirdo-indoor-speed-walker award. (Ok, so I made that one up, but for real. They were huge dorks about it.) And then, Ben found the golden ticket of all Fitbit perks. There was a reward program at—wait for it….Sears. Yes, the glamour and prestige was just too much, folks. But it was crazy! All you had to do was walk, and your Fitbit would automatically sync your steps and turn them into rewards dollars. And then you could pick out free stuff. It was nuts.
And no, Sears is not my favorite store of all time, but you know what, I bet the Israelites got really sick of wearing the same clothes in the desert for 40 years. They would’ve been THRILLED to buy something new from SEARS. It was sort of like our little manna from heaven. We needed workout clothes? Hey! I’ve got some rewards dollars! Let’s go shop the clearance rack! I need a baby shower gift? Woohoo! Sears has me covered. That hard-to-find princess doll that Audrey has had her heart set on for months? Guess what—no one thinks to check Sears for that, but by golly they had it. My father-in-law even got a full-fledged microwave for FIVE BUCKS. No lie.
Which brings me to the socks. One day Audrey really needed new socks. So I walked my tooshy off for a couple weeks and then I loaded up all our sweet little tooshies into the car and drove to our provider of all good gifts—SEARS. We hiked on over to the little girl section where Audrey pored over each of the four options, weighing the pros and cons of every choice. When we walked out of the store with her 6 pack of multi-colored socks, I silently breathed a prayer of gratitude. God really does care for his children. Even down to our socks.
So tonight as I sort and fold, I’m a puddle of tears looking at these little purple socks with the faded “Joe Boxer” label. Holiest little things I’ve ever seen. I’ve watched God do some pretty incredible things over these past few years, and I don’t ever want to forget even these little details. He’s walked with us, every step (no pun intended). He’s provided for our every need. He’s never left us or forsaken us.
I don’t know if you’re walking through a desert or if you’re just on the other side of one, but I can tell you that no matter where you are, you can cry out to God and he’ll be there in an instant. God doesn’t leave us. God doesn’t abandon his children. He will never lead us to a place where his provision doesn’t go. So keep your head up. Even if the provision is unconventional, or doesn’t look how you thought it would, receive it with open hands and thankful heart. God is good.
As I think about all the random stuff we have in our house from Sears—cutting boards, pants, cooking pots, my heart is overwhelmed by the goodness of God. He could’ve chosen any way, and that’s the way he chose. And it makes me smile. It feels like testimony time every time I wear that shirt or cook enchiladas…those things tell a little story of God’s love for us. So I’ll keep telling these silly, crazy stories, in hopes that it brings glory to the one who loves us so deeply that he gives us free purple socks.