Cupcake

So… what do you do when you COMPLETELY misread the invitation to a Christmas party?

Because apparently I panic‑shop and show up like I’m going to the Winter Wonderland Gala… at a cowboy church.

Last week I went to this Christmas dinner where everyone was dressed SO cute , pretty dresses, sparkles, the whole Hallmark movie look. And then there was me… in my natural habitat: leggings, support gear, and a sporty long‑sleeve top. Listen, if pajamas were socially acceptable everywhere, that would be my ministry. Leggings are just the closest legal version.

So I told myself, “Girl, let’s do better next time.”

And off I went shopping.

And ohhhhhh baby, I FOUND AN OUTFIT.

A white suede cocktail dress.

A cream coat.

Brown suede boots.

I was a vision.  I was walking in there like a vanilla cupcake covered in pearls 😆

I felt like a million bucks.

A MILLION.

…Right up until I pulled into the parking lot and realized the event was at a cowboy church.

Now, let me be clear , I LOVE cowboy churches.

But my outfit?

My outfit was… not cowboy church approved.

I stepped out of my car and immediately, IMMEDIATELY , my heel sunk straight into the mud.

Just shloop.

Gone.

Jesus take the boot.

And I’m standing there thinking, Why does this stuff happen to me?

I hear details, I gather information, and then somehow my brain makes up an entirely different story that was never said out loud.

Anyway, I walked in , overdressed, shining like a frosted Christmas cupcake , and guess what?

The women welcomed me with so much love.

They didn’t care that I looked like I was headed to a fancy winter ball instead of a barn revival.

And truly… it reminded me:

It doesn’t matter where you worship.

It doesn’t matter what you wear.

It doesn’t matter if you’re in suede, denim, rhinestones, or muddy boots.

What matters is your heart , and bringing it with you to worship together. ❤️