Some Good in the Bad

I have always had pink cheeks. I put the blame fully on my ancestry. They have always somewhat bothered me, but it was what it was for the longest time.

I wore makeup for our wedding and then off and on (with on becoming more often than on) over the years. But until probably ten years ago, it wasn't a daily thing.

And then, one lazy Saturday afternoon we met some friends for dinner. Seeing as how we'd been lazing around in jammies and only dressed for said dinner, I didn't bother with makeup - they were good friends, it was just Red Robin and, well, I didn't feel like it.

Throughout dinner and the time we spent hanging out at our house afterward their eldest daughter simply would not let it go.

"Gosh, Aunt Beth, your cheeks are red."

"No really, they're seriously red. Are you okay?"

"Are you sure you're okay? You have really red cheeks."

And on. And on. And no amount of polite deflection would get her to drop the subject. No side-eyed plea to her parents to intervene and maybe let her know that she needed to drop it were picked up on.

And I have worn makeup EVERY DAY since.

Because where I thought I just had reddish cheeks as a result of heritage. Apparently I was terrifying small children without knowing it.

But in the pandemic stay at home and make no contact with anyone lifestyle, I've slowly stopped bothering. Because my kids don't care. Hubby doesn't care. The dog doesn't care. And so I am beginning to think it's okay if I also don't care.

Today, I even ventured out into the world to pickup some cookie decorating kits that we are doing in lieu of egg dying this weekend (because they're rationing eggs and I'm not wasting them on hard boiled dyed eggs when no one but me will eat them that way). And I ventured out without makeup.

Granted, I interacted with exactly one person, but still. It was progress for me. And it's nice to spend a moment looking for a silver lining in the middle of all the clouds.

We're sliding into Easter -- Good Friday tomorrow and then Easter Sunday -- and I hope that you have a weekend where you're reminded of the wonder that God would send His Son to die simply so that you and I might have forgiveness from our sins. And, if you haven't trusted in Jesus as your savior, I hope you'll think about doing so. Because it's not being good or going to a particular church that does anything for you -- it's trusting in Him that matters.

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