I wore a shirt the other day that was on the bubble. The things we do to compensate for this Oklahoma heat. I did my hair just right and thought I had layered successfully to pull it off. While I was conscious of my outfit throughout the day, the punch didn't come until I picked my sister up from work. Moments after getting in the car I hear, "What does God think about your shirt?"  

- Pause -"What?" I asked.

"What does Dad think about your shirt?" 

"That is not what I heard the first time!" 

Conviction straight to the heart. Called out by my little sister and Holy-Spirit-translated for full effect. 

The next day my uncle stopped by my office. His normally cheerful countenance was replaced with loving concern. He hesitantly mentioned yesterday's shirt. Explaining how it was communicating something I probably didn't want to be communicating. I can't remember the last time he commented on my wardrobe choices. 

Grateful for those who love me enough to care what I wear and call me out. Every outfit makes a statement. What is yours saying?

PS That shirt is now a present for the trash can.