Being the only child of my parents lent itself to many privileges, one of which was spending quality time alone with each of my grandmothers. If you’ve heard me talk about my grandmothers, you know I love them. They are both named Rosie/Rosye. For a long time I thought everyone’s grandmother was called Rosie. They were both classy women even though they led two totally different lives. I learned many lessons about being a lady from each of them. My paternal Rosie was fantabulous!!! Any time she stepped out of the house, she looked amazing, even if going to clean for the family she worked years for as a housekeeper. My maternal Rosye was just as classy. She worked in accounting and stepped into work daily looking as if she was walking the runway.
On one sunny day, I was alone with My Rosie and we were preparing to go to North Dallas to clean a family’s home. I’d already been lectured on wearing sandals while we were getting dressed. She believed that wearing sandals as a child would allow your feet to grow larger because there was no restraint. So, I was told to put on tennis shoes. I was a little miffed at her because the tennis shoes did not match my white halter top and white shorts that I had so carefully put together. But one thing I was not going to do was argue with her, for several reasons. 1) Because I never argued with my Rosie and 2) because we were riding with the top down on the convertible.
This was the first time I could remember her letting us ride in the car with the top down and I was ecstatic. We get to the car and I’m getting settled in my seat. If I had had a tail and ears, they all would have been wagging. I was so excited. It took me a second to realize My Rosie had stopped talking and was waiting for me to answer her. I looked at her and said, “Excuse me.” She said, “What are you going to put on your head?” Now, I am thinking, “Nothing! You already made me cover up my feet! Shoot, it’s summer. Plus, I spent three days in rollers trying to get this style so there’s no way I’m putting a hat on my head!” However, the only thing that came out of my mouth was, “Excuse me?” So, she launches into the second lecture of the day about being a lady. Something about ladies covering their heads when riding in a convertible to protect their style. The entire time she’s talking, she is covering her head with this multi-colored scarf that I was afraid she was going to pass over to me. Nope, she didn’t pass that one to me. She reached across me into the glove compartment and pulled out another one. “Well, I’ll be danged!” I thought. “Not only does she cover up her feet and her head, she carries extra scarves.” Now, remember, I am not going to do anything to jeopardize this ride so I grab the scarf and mock her movements. I let the scarf fall into a triangle and tied it ever so lightly on my head. But I want you to know that I was upset with her! She could tell I was bothered and reassured me that I would thank her when we reached our destination. “You need a covering Stacy. Even when you think you don’t, you do.”
So, I settled into the seat and soaked up the sun all the way down 75 going to North Dallas. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, we are pulling into the driveway. I watched My Rosie remove her scarf and gawked at how nice her hair looked after she fluffed it up a little and checked herself in the mirror. I was still leery that my hair would do the same because I recalled how it looked after a good night’s sleep with the scarves my auntie tied tight on my head and around my ears to keep it from sliding off during the night. So, I figure, let me remove it just like her because perhaps it has to do with the flick of the wrist. I removed it just as she had by untying it and lifting it from my head instead of yanking it off (that was the method on my overnight scarf tying which was to revive my blood vessels in the morning from sleeping in it all night). I fluffed a little before checking the mirror and paused. My Rosie sternly said to me, “Come on baby, I have work to do.” I had to wait until I was in the house before I could check my hair and baby you couldn’t tell me I wasn’t Diahann Carroll when I looked at myself in that grand mirror of the entry way. Honey Chile, as My Rosie would say, I vacuumed those rooms with flair and style that day!
My Rosie talked to me about a physical covering on that warm sunny day. She encouraged me to trust her even when I did not understand her. I am reminded of this story because of my experiences in talking to people about the covering Jesus provides for us in salvation.
In Isaiah 61:10 it says;
I will greatly rejoice in the LORD; my soul shall exult in my God, for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation; he has covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decks himself like a priest with a beautiful headdress, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.
Even if we don’t understand every thing about the birth, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ, we need to trust God in His instructions to us. If we embrace the covering of salvation, we will awaken with a glorified body in heaven. And, Honey Chile, won’t that be better than riding around in a convertible and dancing in front of a mirror. Through Jesus, we have been covered with the robe of righteousness. As My Rosie told me on that warm sunny day, “You need a covering Stacy. Even when you think you don’t, you do.”