Dress Up.

The oversized heels clacked loudly on the wooden floors in my home. I shuffled through halls, searching for the final addition. The necklaces that hung around my neck draped down to my knees. The bright green blouse fell loose. The sleeves covered my hands.

At last, I found it.

I grabbed for the bright red lip stick and smeared it haphazardly onto my lips.

The perfect touch…

But that was then… and this is now.

Tomorrow is the big day. I get to live the 9 to 5 American life. I get to drive in 8 o’clock traffic in the morning. Then drive home in 5 o’clock traffic.

Hopefully I won’t be crunched into some small cubicle with four other interns. I hope I don’t end up eating my sand which alone in the bathroom. I hope being in an office all day doesn’t crush my creativity.

Gosh. It’s like high school all over again. Except this time, it’s for real.

I don’t know why I’ve been so anxious lately. I mean, it is my first job. Ever. I know I can do it But there is always that voice in the back of my mind.

Doubt and fear have been rearing their ugly heads, and whispering not-so-sweet things in my ear.

I know better than to worry about nothing. If birds and flowers survive, then I’ll make it okay. But I know that God didn’t open this door for nothing. I know that He has a plan for all of this

You knew how You would save me before I fell dead in the garden. You knew this day long before You made me out of dirt. That He can’t plan the ends, with out planning the means.

I got to keep pressing into Jesus.

The woman was dressed for business. She wore a white button-down blouse, with a pencil skirt and black high heels with briefcase around her shoulder. Hair pulled back, as her bangs fell over her left eye. She brushed them back slowly.

I took a second glance at the mirror and realized that the woman… was me.

I can look the part, but I guess I still feel like I’m just a kid playing dress up. Except this time, the shoes actually fit.

The oversized heels clacked loudly on the wooden floors in my home. I shuffled through halls, searching for the final addition. The necklaces that hung around my neck draped down to my knees. The bright green blouse fell loose. The sleeves covered my hands.

At last, I found it.

I grabbed for the bright red lip stick and smeared it haphazardly onto my lips.

The perfect touch…

But that was then… and this is now.

Tomorrow is the big day. I get to live the 9 to 5 American life. I get to drive in 8 o’clock traffic in the morning. Then drive home in 5 o’clock traffic.

Hopefully I won’t be crunched into some small cubicle with four other interns. I hope I don’t end up eating my sand which alone in the bathroom. I hope being in an office all day doesn’t crush my creativity.

Gosh. It’s like high school all over again. Except this time, it’s for real.

I don’t know why I’ve been so anxious lately. I mean, it is my first job. Ever. I know I can do it But there is always that voice in the back of my mind.

Doubt and fear have been rearing their ugly heads, and whispering not-so-sweet things in my ear.

I know better than to worry about nothing. If birds and flowers survive, then I’ll make it okay. But I know that God didn’t open this door for nothing. I know that He has a plan for all of this

You knew how You would save me before I fell dead in the garden. You knew this day long before You made me out of dirt. That He can’t plan the ends, with out planning the means.

I got to keep pressing into Jesus.

The woman was dressed for business. She wore a white button-down blouse, with a pencil skirt and black high heels with briefcase around her shoulder. Hair pulled back, as her bangs fell over her left eye. She brushed them back slowly.

I took a second glance at the mirror and realized that the woman… was me.

I can look the part, but I guess I still feel like I’m just a kid playing dress up. Except this time, the shoes actually fit.