Saved from Vanity

Yesterday, my supervisor made a silly suggestion. All three of us in the department own Aran sweaters. (you know those lovely, wooly beautiful sweaters from Ireland?) And we wear them on occasion. So he suggested that we all wear ours today for our office meeting.

Now as I was getting dressed this morning, I knew the chances of him going through with this were nil.. but I'd feel bad if he did actually make the effort to wear his and my other colleague did, and I didn't, so I decided to put it on.. except that it really only goes well with jeans. (my sweater happens to be navy and green) but I'm not really supposed to wear jeans to the office and with the meeting the boss would be around..so what's a girl to do?

Ah, this girl had the brilliant idea to wear a jean skirt! The only problem with that is that I wear my incredibly cute, not so comfortable boots with that skirt, and I do walk several blocks from the bus station to work. I debated this problem in my head for a little while, and decided to risk the health of my feet and wear the skirt and boots anyway. I might be uncomfortable, but wouldn't I look cute and very Irish?

So on went the boots..complete with tights.. and I was looking quite cute, warm and still in the dress code of the office.. and I was even just in time to catch the early bus, or so I thought. And as I walked out my door, I looked down to the street...only to watch the early bus roll on by. sigh.

So, I don't live very far from work, and I do own a car. But parking is a bit of a hassle and it's just easier to take the bus. But the next bus wasn't for another half hour or so. I debated.. drive, and be hassled with the parking...or wait and take the bus. I decided to wait. Took out my "on the bus" novel to read, and my "on the run" breakfast of peanut butter crackers, sat on my couch and waited.

And then it was time to bundle up again and catch that bus. Off I go, I even found a closer bus stop (only a block and half instead of two) And I cheerfully stood there, even as my feet in my extra cute boots were freezing. I prayed while I waited. And waited some more. I said hello to the passers by and I waited some more. Still that bus wasn't coming.

Twenty minutes after the bus was supposed to arrive, I decide to keep from being really really late, I'd drive. Which I could have done an hour beforehand, if I had only known the bus wasn't coming!!

And all I can think is that God appreciated my efforts to conform to the dress code, and didn't want me to pay for my vanity by having to walk the long city blocks in my cute boots. So I suppose I should be thankful. Even more thankfully, I got one of the only good parking spots to be had.

And they say God hasn't the time to take care of our small concerns!! I beg to differ.