I want to speak very honestly about something that will probably ruffle some feathers, but here it goes.
Sometime ago, I realized that my inward faith should mimic my outward reality. When that hit me, I knew I had to change my life. I wanted my children to see something better.
I wanted to set myself apart from societal standards. That was going to mean covering up my body more than the average gal. It meant going above and beyond to cover the parts of my body that God made for my husband alone.
I’m not out here trying to be the modesty police. And I’m not here with a ruler checking hemlines and lording over cleavage. It was just inner conviction that took over. I wanted to set an example for my children and for the women who saw me. You can show beauty without showing your skin.
And really, mainly for my own children. If I’m romping around in a skimpy bathing suit, then I am giving them permission to do the same. And why would we want to do that? To attract the gaze of men. And why would we want men lusting after us? Why would I want a man lusting after my daughters? Gross. Why would I want to show my boys that lust is a permissible way to find a future partner? I don’t.
Anyway, this isn’t a post of judgment. Truly. Just maybe an inward reflection of the heart. My heart hasn’t always been HERE. I understand the brokenness of the female spirit. I understand the desire for validation and affirmation. But those come from wounds that Our Father can heal.
Praying for all of you today. ❤️