Uncomfortable Itchy Hallelujah
That’s what it should be called.
However, when I finally went to see the nurse practitioner a week ago, she said it was follicular dermatitis. Probably caused by the cold weather since I haven’t been in a hot tub anytime lately.
This morning it’s called a good excuse to contemplate not attending church.
See, I’m not allowed to shave, wear jeans, leggings, or any other type of clothing that may touch or aggravate said affected areas of my flesh. So, oversized, stretched out, elastic waist shorts or sweat pants it is. Oh, and very loose tops with no undergarments.
Yeah, picture that in church.
Now, picture that from a cold call visitor in church. Someone you don’t know. Not even their face from around town.
Yesterday I started the “where are we going to church tomorrow” conversation early. I need to know. This clothing issue could be an issue.
10:04 AM on Sunday morning and I don’t know where we’re going to church.
The eldest child had to work last night and will be missing church today for the first time due to work. When he came in late last night we were up waiting.
“Are you guys just not going to go to church in the morning?” he asked.
We don’t stay up that late on Saturday nights, mom can’t wear normal clothes, eldest child has to work the morning shift, and the younger high school student has to be at school at one. Lots of excuses not to attend church.
Jesus suffered on a cross for me.
I may be uncomfortable in church today. I may make others uncomfortable in my dress, in my scratching, even in my heartfelt worship. But I’m looking past my circumstances to bring Him a sacrifice of praise.
Yes, this morning I’m absolutely bringing a broken, no, an itchy, hallelujah.