I’ve always been somewhat ‘Fashion-Challenged’.
But, pu-leese! Could someone not have told me how this would one day come back to haunt me? I hate to confess, but this was not a one-time apparition. Knee-highs. I had about seven pairs and loved to wear them with my tennies and shorts.
Oh-yeah. I was stylin’.
I liked comfort. Seriously, my favorite outfit was this one. Bib overalls and cowboy shirt. I also created the not-so- fashionable ‘layered look’ of oversized t-shirt on top of longsleeved blouses. Uh-huh. The really cute layered look the young things do today? Me – Not so much. Then there was my absolute favorite – the one my mother called my ‘ugly shirt’ – but we won’t go down that rabbit trail.
Hair and make-up were not my strong suits, either.
I thought as I got older I would get more fashion sense.
I was wrong.
{Warning: do not try at home. Humiliation could result. These pictures are professional and were not photo-shopped.}
It seemed even when I managed to clean myself up I didn’t know how to behave.
I’m so thankful God doesn’t look at the outward appearance, but at the heart (1 Sam. 16:7). That He tells us not to worry about what we wear because our life is more than food or clothing (Matt. 6:25).
I want to be arrayed in a beautiful white garment (Rev. 2:5). So I think I’ll put on love (Col 3:14) and tender mercies (Col 3:112). I’ll put on righteousness (Eph 6:14) and holiness (Eph 4:24). Because when I put on Christ (Rom 13:14) I’m a new woman (2 Cor 4:17) with a new name (Is 62:2-4).
Hephzibah – “My delight is in her”
All for Him
Missy