I have one more lesson after this that will transition us from boutique to housewife. Today’s lesson is about attitude. I call it my Red Heels Philosophy. It isn’t about strutting, but about how to help bad attitudes by not indulging in them.
We all have bad days. We have days were circumstances outside our control seem to pile in on top of us. We have days where we wake up with a bad case of the grumpies, and sometimes we wake up depressed or just plain angry. When this happens, we have two options. One, we can indulge this bad attitude. Or, two, we can combat it. Hopefully many of us had Moms that enforced attitude adjustment, so we have some practice in self-control. But, even practice doesn’t mean we don’t need a little help now and again.
When I managed the boutiques, I didn’t just work on own my attitude, but also the attitude of my employees, and sometimes the attitude of my customers. Dressing up was one of the pieces of advice that I practiced and preached to combat depression, anger, and general grouchiness. When we feel bad, we often dress bad. Have you ever noticed this? We get our ugliest and most comfortable jeans—if we even go for jeans, sometimes we just go straight for sweat pants—our oldest t-shirt, and our slippers and slouch through the day. No wonder our attitudes don’t improve. We didn’t tell that bad attitude to take a hike, we laid out the welcome mat. Now, we don’t only feel grumpy, we also feel ugly and gross.
“Ladies, put on those red heels!”
You may not have a pair of red heels that refuse to be worn with grungy jeans. It may be a pair of special earrings, a unique handbag, a funky cardigan, or a treasured scarf. It’s not the item that’s important, but the items ability to refuse to indulge in a bad attitude. Trust me, it’s hard to maintain a frown in an awesome pair of shoes.
I don’t wear my heels as often as I used to. Running after nieces and nephews, shopping, cleaning, cooking, teaching, visiting, and serving seems to be better done in TOMS or boots, not stilettos. Now, when I wake up wanting to just go back to bed, not face the day, not deal with my To Do list, not want to do anything but watch TV or read, I usually wear a dress or a skirt. It adds a touch of graceful femininity to my day that my attitude lacked. Again, it’s not so much about the shoes as it is finding something that forces you to get over the hurdle of waking up on the wrong side of the bed.
All the above is the very human, day-in and day-out side, but is there a deeper spiritual way we can do this? Is there something beyond the Red Heels to help us with our attitudes?
Of course! Christ did not leave us without a Comforter. There are many reasons for our emotions. Sometimes we’re mad at our authorities for asking us to do what we don’t want to do—that’s a nice way to say we’re upset with our husbands and God. Sometimes it’s chemical, meaning hormonal, and sometimes it’s sadness and fear. Many different things affect our emotional stability. Where do we turn to stay stable? Where do we go when our sins overcome us? When the world doesn’t just lack any common sense but is out-and-out indulging in sinful and destructive practices while calling them good? When those we love are caving to temptation, or drowning in providence?
Adoption, my dear fellow believer, we turn to Adoption. Our hope is not in our ability to be perfect. Our hope isn’t in the world, or in each other. (Thank the good Lord, or we’d all be in a world of hurt.) Our hope is in the FINISHED work of Christ and our adoption into the eternal family of God. It would have been enough just to be saved. It would have been far more than we deserved to be slaves working in the house of God, but to be adopted? To be made children, brothers and sisters of Christ? What rich mercy is this? Wretched sinners who wake up angry at God for a house that needs to be cleaned again, taxes that need to be filed, children and a husband that need to be fed, clothes that need to be washed, and a body fading, are welcomed into the family of God as joint heirs with Christ. This is hope. This is true help for days when the world is slipping through your fingers one gray hair at a time or possibly much much faster and harder than that.
While the Red Heels philosophy is cute, and honestly helpful, it is nothing compared to meditating on our adoption in Christ as believers. Red Heels are a band-aid. They are a momentary fix, a pick-me-up, a small thing in light of our Adoption in Christ. We are welcomed into the throne room, not as condemned convicts—which we are—nor as slaves to clean and kowtow to an arrogant king, but as beloved children, welcome at the table, bearing the name and rank of our Lord and Father, following our great Captain and King, Jesus Christ.
This is hope.
This is meat and drink.
Red high-heels are just ash helping ash.
So put on your heels, adjust that attitude, and focus your thoughts on Christ and His Finished Work!
Romans 8:15 For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!”
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