Loveable in Pajamas

Isn’t it a good thing that we are not defined by what we do, because on March 31st, after being out of town over Easter for a week, followed by a weekend soccer Tournament in Atlanta, I opted to stay in my pajamas most of the day. Wouldn’t you know it, on a bad hair day when I was exhausted the phone rang to tell me that an ambulance was taking my son from the soccer field to the hospital?

As my luck would have it I decided to skip that game, because it was raining and I had just returned from a weekend full of soccer. So not only did I look like a bad, uninvolved mother, I felt like a hostage who had been released after days without grooming.

I managed to throw on a clean sweater and a quick smear of lipstick, before my husband and I headed to the hospital where I ended up spending the night with my son. And incase you were wondering sleeping in a broken recliner did nothing for my overall appearance.

The important thing was that Sam did not have to have surgery after all, because the doctor was able to set his leg, which was dislocated and broken in three places. It was quite irrelevant whether I had been in my pajamas all day.

Had I been in a competition being scored by judges, I would not have received very high marks, but fortunately I am not defined by that one bad day, or the many other bad days I’ve had. I am defined by what my Creator thinks about me. Thankfully He’s crazy about me! He said that I was wonderfully made. He is so intimately involved with my life that He knows how many hairs I have on my head, even when they’re greasy.

He feels about me a little like I felt about each of my babies when they smeared food all over their bodies. Their bad table manners did not for one moment dent my perception of them, because my love has never been based on how they perform, but the mere fact that I am helpless to do anything but love them. If I can say that, think how much more God loves unconditionally, even when I’m sloth,ful loafing around in my pajamas.