Hey y’all! Oh, wow, life has been busy lately. I’m contemplating taking the weekly link-up parties off of my blog, because I simply don’t have time to do them every week. They’re fun, but they also take a lot of time and planning! Then again, right now I’m sick and don’t feel like doing ANYTHING, so maybe later I’ll have a change of heart. ; )
I have a tendency to bite off way more than I can chew with projects, lists, blogging, whatever! I have big plans and aspirations, but then I find myself completely burnt out over being an over-achiever. I love blogging, but I think things might be a little simpler around here while I do life right now. Link-up Parties, Modest Weekend Inspiration, and the Modesty Q&A are posts I love doing, but it’s time for a break. A small one. ; )
But, writing articles will NOT be on a hiatus! Writing is a passion of mine, and I consider it a hobby, not a chore. Well, unless I’m writing a history report on Vikings or something. Ha! Which brings us to the topic of this post. I knew we’d get here eventually.
I was on a mission trip with my dance school two years ago. A youth group was staying at the same church we were, and a few of us were sitting around talking. Someone’s name was brought up from their youth group, and none of us “dance girls” knew who they were talking about.
“Who’s Rachel?” One of my friends asked.
One of the guys rolled his eyes. “She’s the one with the brown hair who wears her shorts up to here,” he answered, marking a place on his leg that would definitely qualify as very short shorts. (Well, they almost couldn’t be called shorts.)
We all instantly knew who he was talking about. The conversation turned to something else, but I remember so vividly that guy’s description of a girl from his church. His expression and our collective “oh” as we all knew exactly who he was talking about.
It’s funny. Usually modesty is what’s looked down upon or ridiculed, but in this case it was a lack of modesty. She stuck out by what she was wearing. And no, she wasn’t wearing a long skirt and head covering, but a pair of shorts. “Normal” American clothes.
I don’t know about y’all, but that’s the last way I would want be to be described. By a Christian guy, no less!
What you wear speaks and everyone listens. We need to strive to reflect Christ in our clothing choices, and not be known as the girl who wears her shorts ‘up to here.’ That definitely wasn’t a positive statement. Also, notice that her description was namely physical. He didn’t say:
“The girl who helped bring in tables this morning.”
“The girl who offered to watch (insert name) while her mom was working in the kitchen.”
You want people to see you, don’t you? Who you truly are: your personality, your character, your beliefs. Not just what you wear. That doesn’t define you. But it does say a lot about you.
Well, thank you for visiting today! I plan to come back with an outfit post in a couple days, but until then, see you later!