Wonderfully Made

    Monday, January 22, 2024

    I just had a significant birthday. I find it hard to even utter the number, because it seems impossible that I’ve reached the number that seems so….so…OLD! I don’t feel it at all (except since my birthday my knee’s been hurting!) I love doing all the things I’ve always done like fishing, playing with my grandchildren, showing them I can still catch and bat and bowl just like I always have! I am enjoying the woman God has made me to be, but it has taken a while for me to come into her.

    I’ve never been a fashionista, but it’s true. I was a tomboy as a girl and I had to live up to my brother’s standards, so I was a tough tomboy. The bad news for this tomboy was I grew up in a time when girls still had to wear dresses to school. I did it. Reluctantly. With shorts under my dress, but I did it. Because of my rowdiness and competitive spirit, my mom kept my hair short. You know. The pixie cut. Don’t laugh. How many of you out there wore a pixie cut?

    My sister was the girly girl in the family, and since she was the firstborn and I was the baby of the family, and there were two boys between us, I spent more time playing with the boys than I did with her. Part of me wanted to be girly and enjoy fashion and hairstyles, but…I just couldn’t…and besides, I had a reputation to maintain with the guys I played ball with!

    David Cassidy and Donny Osmond were the hotties of the day. I loved the teen magazines with all the pictures and posters but…other kids often thought I was a boy. I had two experiences the same day that broke my heart. I went to the store across the street from our house to buy a teen magazine (David Cassidy) and I was gazing at the covers, a guy next to me picks up a Playboy and elbows me with a “Hey buddy, take a look at this!” I huff my way outta there and go where every girl would go when she is that upset…to the Dairy Queen! And sadly, when the person came to the window, he asked, “What can I get for you, Sir?”

    What I discovered at my young age was that people were going to stereotype me and judge me based on my looks.  I tried to “fit in” but I didn’t even have the skills it took to do my hair and put on makeup. And worse, I had no desire to. What I also discovered, was that God loved me just the way I was. I didn’t make a conscious decision to march to my own beat, but I did. Then, as I got older and came closer to the Lord, I realized I was marching to His beat. The Scripture teaches that God doesn’t look at the outside, but He looks at the heart. And I’m grateful for that.

    I pray that it doesn’t take you as long as it did for me to come into this knowledge! God loves you and calls you to be His girl—not the pastor’s wife, not “so and so’s” mom…but YOU, the daughter of the King of Kings! I pray you allow Him to love you and mold you into the woman He’s created you to be!

    So here I am, supposedly full of wisdom. Since I’m older, you all should really show me a little more respect. 😉 The only real fashion tips I have for you are these:

    1. Don’t try to pluck a wrinkle.
    2. Never, and I mean never, look at yourself from the rear, naked, in a mirror. Just don’t.
    3. Smile as much as you can, because as “we” grow older, we naturally frown, not because we’re unhappy, but because of gravity.

    I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful; I know that full well.  Psalm 139:14 (NIV)

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