Great is Thy Faithfulness

This is one of my favorite hymns. Really pay attention to the words as you read them.

"Great is Thy faithfulness," O God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.

• "Great is Thy faithfulness!" "Great is Thy faithfulness!"
  Morning by morning new mercies I see;
  All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
  "Great is Thy faithfulness," Lord, unto me!

Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

"Great is Thy faithfulness!" "Great is Thy faithfulness!"
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
"Great is Thy faithfulness," Lord, unto me!

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!

"Great is Thy faithfulness!" "Great is Thy faithfulness!"
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
"Great is Thy faithfulness," Lord, unto me!

We sang it tonight at church and I started crying as we sang the last verse. God blesses us so richly. Someone had posted something on facebook the other day about how God was blessing them, had finally answered a prayer or something like that. My mom had commented on how God blesses us even when it's not necessarily the blessing we're wanting the most. We're still blessed even if we don't get what we think we need.
I pretty much figured out today that even though I was beginning to believe I was about to get the best birthday present ever (I was two and a half weeks "late"), I'm not. I was dealing with it, but wasn't happy. And then as we were singing that beautiful song, it helped me remember that I am blessed no matter what. Even though I want so badly to be a mommy, and even though I wanted it to happen before 30 (which is next week), I'm going to be blessed even if none of that ever happens. It hurts to think about it not happening, but even if it doesn't, I'm still majorly blessed.
We're waiting on my health insurance from work to kick in before going to any doctors or anything, in case you were wondering. Anyway, it's just been a long day and that song got to me. I still believe it and sing it with all my heart, but together with the sermon tonight (which was on Isaiah 43:1-7, a GREAT verse about how God is with us through every struggle and hardship), I got a good dose of reminding that God will help me through this disappointment just like all the others and that He is good all the time, even when it doesn't feel like anything in this life is going the way we had it planned.
Great is His faithfulness.

Re-examining Mindsets

I was raised in a house where nothing was worn on Sunday morning except your nicest. And for me, that meant a dress. Never slacks, even when it was really cold outside. Of course, when I was growing up, there weren't that many women wearing slacks on Sunday morning. I didn't think much about it.
Now that I'm grown up (I guess being almost 30, I am, aren't I?), I still follow that rule. My husband doesn't mind either way, but I know he likes the way I look in a dress. I overheard a couple of ladies talking about shopping after services on Wednesday night so I went over to join their conversation. They were complaining about how hard it is to find anything modest and nice to wear anymore. I, who know how to use a sewing machine, hadn't thought about the fact that someone larger than I am (and I usually wear a 4 or 6, if you must know) would have as hard a time finding something dressy to wear as I do. I mean, they make a LOT of immodest clothing for skinny people and even though I'm not completely in love with my body, I know it's still skinny. I didn't realize that there was as much for people in the bigger sizes, too. I am so blessed because of my sewing abilities and hand-me-downs from friends who decided they'll never fit into these things again after having baby #1/2/3/4 . . . and my ability to be able to find a skirt here and a top there that I can tell is going to go together. And even if it doesn't fit perfectly, I can alter most things to fit better or be more modest if they're too low cut.
This is the first time that I guess I realized a lot of women wear slacks on Sunday mornings now because they can't find anything else that is modest enough for them to feel comfortable in. I always considered the pants side of it, never the modest side. Does that make sense? And please don't think that I judged them harshly for wearing pants. I didn't understand it, as my grandmothers would never dare set foot in a church building in pants on Sunday morning so I didn't realize anyone in the generation between them and my parents would. I was glad they were there, whatever they wore. I just didn't realize that their reason for wearing pants wasn't because they felt themselves liberated enough to do so . . . it was because there's nothing out there that works as well. (And yes, I realize this doesn't cover all women everywhere, but it probably covers more than I ever thought about.)
Who wants to help me start a modest clothing line for older women? I've been thoroughly reminded to stop jumping to conclusions. ;-)