Rebekah Staggs

Genesis 25:21  And Isaac intreated the LORD for his wife, because she was barren: and the LORD was intreated of him, and Rebekah his wife conceived.

1 Peter 3:7  Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge, giving honour unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life; that your prayers be not hindered.

Psalms 112:1  Praise ye the LORD. Blessed is the man that feareth the LORD, that delighteth greatly in his commandments.

Proverbs 20:6  Most men will proclaim every one his own goodness: but a faithful man who can find?

Or, I could call this post what we had for dinner. My husband’s new job has Friday Morning Meetings. The guys take turns bringing in a breakfast to share. So, we’re trying out a few recipes of things he could bring when his turn rolls around.

We found this one: Sunday Sausage Breakfast in my Taste of Home: Church Suppers cookbook.

It’s very simple. Not a lot of ingredients. Turned out perfectly the first time. Served up well. Reheated well. Only thing I would do differently next time is layer the croutons flat on the bottom and make sure they didn’t float around as much when I added the eggs and milk. It ‘s really just a matter of preference, but I like the texture better when the “bready” part is just in a layer on the bottom and not throughout the whole piece.

I realized yesterday that I still have a ways to go. I am trying to avoid making choices based on what other people think. To realize that real women have curves. To accept aging with grace. To dress in clothing I like and that is comfortable. In other words to be ME and not what others and the world say I should be. Some days and some choices are easier than others.

Yesterday, I was shopping for a light and airy pair of summer sneakers. I saw these really comfy looking sandals. I say comfy instead of cute because they really weren’t what I would call cute, but they looked like they would  be as comfy as a pair of sneakers.

And, they were! They felt amazingly comfortable, light, cool, and perfectly fitted to my feet. I was amazed!

One problem. They were chunky and I didn’t like the way they looked on my feet. I wouldn’t say ugly, but in form vs function; function was winning by a long shot. They were everything I was looking for in comfort, but lacking the cute and fashionable I was hoping for. I just got rid of a bunch of “cute shoes” that I never wore because they itched, rubbed, or otherwise made me uncomfortable. But, they were cute so I wore them even though they hurt my feet…

Why do we do this to ourselves? Put our bodies into discomfort and pain just to look good? I already have joint issues why would I want to add to it by wearing shoes that add to that? These sandals solved the issue of serviceable foot wear for the hot Midwest summer. All they lacked were the cuteness factor.

Did I mention I’ve been looking for shoes ever since early spring? Did I mention how difficult it is to find shoes for my tiny feet?  Did I mention they were marked down to 15?  All that and I still left the store, and I went home without them, because they weren’t cute enough…

Today, with my feet burning up in my shoes I decided to give “The Sandals” a second chance. I went back to the store and tried them on again. They still fit just as well as the day before, but today they looked cuter. After wearing them all day I have decided they are comfy, cool, and cute.

What do you think?