The evening I wore white felt like stepping into uncharted territory.
You might be asking, What’s the big deal?
Well, as a mother of two endlessly curious children and someone who used to have major menstruation issues, wearing white was an absolute no-go for years.
White wasn’t just a color; it was a risk, a bold dare, and frankly, an invitation for disaster.
But seasons change.
Our family was invited to a vow renewal ceremony, and the dress code was—you guessed it—white. My last recall of wearing a full white dress was my own wedding day.
Petrified doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt. Yet, strangely, I was also invigorated.
For the first time in years, I believed I could pull it off without a single stain marring my outfit.
That night was unforgettable.
We laughed, we danced, and my husband, J, gave a heartwarming sermonette that stirred everyone’s hearts.
My father, who hadn’t sung publicly since his stroke, sang a moving love song dedicated to lifelong commitment.
We enjoyed delectable food and posed for pictures with the happy couple under a canopy of stars.
The night felt like a perfect symphony of joy and elegance.
As the evening wound down, I noticed the subtle marks of love from the night—warm hugs, dribble kisses from my goddaughter, and the occasional near-miss from an overly ambitious plate of hors d’oeuvres.
Miraculously, I made it home with my white dress nearly unscathed.
The moment I walked through the door, the dress went straight into hot water with bleach.
BUT the fact remained—I had survived a Night in White.
As I sat quietly reflecting, I couldn’t help but think of the verse that says Jesus is coming back for a bride clothed in raiment white, without stain or blemish.
The symbolism struck me deeply.
White, in all its brilliance and fragility, is a metaphor for our spiritual journey.
To live with kindness, grace, and righteousness is like wearing a pristine, tailor-made gown that flows effortlessly through life.
It’s not easy.
The world will embrace you with messy kisses and try to stain your garments.
But just as I trusted the bleach to restore my dress, I trust the Holy Spirit to cleanse and renew me as I read God’s word.
So here’s my challenge to you:
- If you’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to wear that one outfit, whether white or not, let this be your sign.
Don’t let insecurities hold you back.
You’re not too fat, too skinny, too clumsy, or too broken.
Wear it boldly, capture the memory, and live the moment.
- Spiritually, if your ‘garments’ feel tarnished from brushes with the world or brief embraces with the enemy, invite the Holy Spirit to do a deeper work in you.
The Lord is kind and specializes in makeovers.
He can clothe you with righteousness, peace, and joy, creating something even more beautiful than before.
What are you waiting for?
Step into your white season—literally or figuratively.
Let’s trust God to keep us spotless and radiant, prepared for every divine moment to come.
Bloom in solitude 🌸