Have you ever wanted an answer for everything? From God. He is sovereign, He knows all things and He knows the absolute best choice I could make for my life. Who better to ask about the desires of my heart then the one who created those desires?

I’ve made some mistakes in my life. A lot of mistakes. Not like wrong turn or bad haircut mistakes. My mistakes have broken hearts, devastated families and caused harm I never thought I’d ever be responsible for. So you can imagine when I got saved and started to experience and learn more about the all powerful all knowing God just maybe I could get some insight on the best choices to make. For everything; food, clothing, directions, conversations, you name it. I sought Him for  nearly everything I could consciously think to ask Him for.

Now when you really imagine what this was like I want one key phrase to stand out in your mind, “slow”. The process of seeking God for everything, required that I ask, and then wait for an answer for things that I had done automatically for years of my life.  Sometimes I wouldn’t get a prompting. I would sit on my knees in front of my closet or refrigerator, and although I had peace, I had no clear idea of what to eat for breakfast.

One Sunday morning I was getting dressed for church and I, as many women would lament, had nothing to wear. I was frustrated, fed up with my closet, my life choices, my past was overwhelming me and the spiral took me deeper and deeper. Until I remembered that now I could ask God for help, I had the all powerful all knowing creator to overcome the battlefield of fashion. So right then and there I stopped my tantrum and simply asked for help on what to wear to church… and a response came.

“Something yellow, I always love when you wear yellow” in tears I rose from my knees to see two yellow pieces of clothing hanging amidst the other clothes in my closet, I picked one and formulated an outfit in seconds. Did it look great? How many compliments did people give me? Was it perfectly flattering? I don’t really know, and to be honest i don’t really care. The all powerful, all knowing creator of the universe finds joy when I wear yellow. Is it a little silly? Maybe even foolish, you bet. But it is an unmovable landmark in the love relationship that I share with Him.

To this day I think I may only have 1 or 2 yellow items in my closet. Sometimes they are buried amidst other things, but on the off chance that one of those items finds its way into an outfit, it’s always that last glance in the mirror that I can hear him say, “There’s my girl”.

I need you, I love you, I want you (Tenth Avenue North)