First of all, it’s WADT! And yes, I did remember to wear a dress this week.
And, in case you wondered, I wore a dress on Sunday to my niece’s baptism. I did not, however, wear shoes.
Maybe you aren’t aware, but I sing. In fact, I sang at Sarah #1’s wedding due to a last minute glitch with her regularly scheduled singer. I stepped up to the plate, but I had one condition – I refused to wear shoes when I got up to sing.
Yes, it was a nice wedding. Yes, it was in a church. Yes, I had to traipse around in front of a congregation of people I mostly didn’t know. No, Sarah #1 did not make me wear shoes.
You see, I sing at church fairly often – my church and my grandma’s church. I sang at my sister’s wedding. I love to do it; however, I can’t do it in shoes. I suppose it’s all mental. Shoes weigh me down. They make me think about what’s on my feet when my feet would rather be grounded and comfortable. So, many years ago I decided to stop wearing them, without asking.
No one cared.
Hell didn’t swallow me up and God didn’t smote me. That was just an excuse to say smote.
More than anything, it’s a big topic of discussion in my church. People expect me to ditch my shoes. If I wear them, people seem to be offended that I left my shoes on. My feet bring people together.
So, on Sunday, I did not wear shoes. Or, I didn’t wear them when I got up to sing my two songs. This, naturally, led to my Pop Pop saying, “Girl, put your damn shoes on!” in his loud Pop Pop voice. But, I know he’s just jealous that I get to take my shoes off and he has to wear a tie.
What can I say? I like to praise God sans the confinement of shoes.
So, when it came time to buy Brenna a baptism gift, and I had no idea what to buy, I racked my brain to think about what a little girl would want. And, since I’ve got the taste of a 5 year old in the body of a 14 year old, it didn’t take me long to get lost in the Barbie aisle and then again in the dress up aisle. Swoon.
I bought her these:
“Brenna, God doesn’t care if you wear shoes in church, trust me. But, if you’re going to wear them, make sure they’re fabulous.”
Also, make sure Aunt Sarah doesn’t pilfer them. She so will. Just like she did your sweet shades. <3.
– Sarah #2