I just have to share this.
Today as I was deciding what to wear, I chose a black short-sleeved shirt, with a tangerine (?) skirt (I’m horrible with colors). It sounded like a nice, comfortable outfit, but suddenly, I froze:
Church is tonight, and I wore that black shirt on Sunday.
Yes, this was the thought that stopped me in my tracks. I’m no fashionista–far from it–but you see, in the South, we have rules. For example, you are not supposed to wear white in between Labor Day and Easter. You’re just not. Don’t ask me why. But even though I think that rule is ridiculous, I can tell you that both females in this house follow it. Even this year, when it was eighty degrees in early March, and Anna only had two pair of sandals, one of which was white, I made her wear her pink sandals repeatedly until Easter. Only then did the white ones come out.
Another apparent rule is that you don’t wear the same thing to church two Sundays in a row (and I can only imagine that Sunday and Wednesday would be even worse). Growing up, this was a familiar Sunday morning theme at our house:
“Did I wear this dress last Sunday?” or
“Go change–you wore that last Sunday.”
And let me emphasize: my mother is not a vain person. But...those are the rules.
Nowadays, I am beginning to question these rules more and more. One of my recent lines of inquiry has been regarding my appearance. Specifically, how much time, money, and effort should I spend on my appearance? The conclusions to which I have come at this time are as follows: I want to be attractive for my husband. I want to be modest for my Christian witness. I want to be clean and hygienic for my health and for the sake of other people. Other than that, I don’t need any rules about how and when to wear makeup, how many clothes I need to have, or how fashionable I need to be.
Basically, I’m trying to shed as much of the cultural baggage as possible in order to focus more of my energy on my real mission in this life. And my mission is not to look like a 25-year-old forever. Or to look like a runway model (haha). Or to chase after a standard of beauty that is becoming increasingly unattainable.
Instead, my mission is to reflect God’s glory and be His ambassador on this earth.
I don’t see how wearing the same shirt to church twice in a row is going to hinder that mission. And so, daggonit, I’m wearing my black shirt tonight! And there’s nothing yo can do to stop me!:)