Frumpy runs deep.
Last week, I was feeling really frumpy. I wanted change — haircut, fresher clothes for home, a diaper bag replacement, the list goes on.
As I discussed my plans with JE and began online eye-shopping, he was semi-amused and noted that I seem to go through this every January. I thought about it then shrugged it off, saying it was because of postpartum hair loss, shabby clothes, so on.
But as I made plans, comparison shopped, etc., I began to feel more empty rather than less frumpy.
That night, before bed, I asked JE to pray for me. And as he prayed, insight came flooding in.
He prayed I would remember that beauty and freshness come from the washing in Christ’s blood, not in material things.
“For if the blood of goats and bulls, and the sprinkling of defiled persons with the ashes of a heifer, sanctify for the purification of the flesh, how much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without blemish to God, purify our conscience from dead works to serve the living God.” (Hebrews 9:13-14)
“Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus, by the new and living way that he opened for us through the curtain, that is, through his flesh, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful.” (Hebrews 10:19-23)
Don’t get me wrong — I still got a haircut, decluttered, and made some purchases. :]
But not anymore to satisfy a spiritual need.