World domination or something

Something about me you all may, or may not (which is why I'm telling you now), know about me:

I absolutely love fashion.

I was the girl who spent at least 40 minutes getting ready in the mornings before school back at East (short for our high school: the Greenbrier East Spartans).  I can still hear the basketball chants and see the scrambled hallways during a class change. You had your big trucks that always parked at the bottom of the rocky, gravel parking lot (which was sure to ruin any good shoes you had).  The cafeteria was famous for spotting the latest drama since you sat with the same people practically every day.  If someone moved to a different table, there was trouble.  My AP English teacher taught me so much.  I hated writing back then.  Now, I find myself a public relations major with a blog.  Weird, I know.  The science hall was distinctively placed at the bottom of the newest portion of the building.  Anatomy class taught me the reasoning: cat dissection lasts for weeks.  Headaches were received by simply walking past the hall. Oh, and my favorite time of the year was football season.  There was nothing like it.  But you probably don't care about my nostalgic rant, so back on task.

I discovered my new love and obsession with cowboy boots this summer.  

Why yes, I did buy a pair.  And yes, I do wear them with everything.  

After actually breaking them in - they killed my feet at first - I discovered I had this new sense of world domination when I wore them.  

So yes, I love them, but even more, I love the feeling I get when I wear them.  Call me crazy, but undoubtedly, I really feel in total control as I slip the first one on my foot.  Ok, let's be honest.  The word "slip" is not the best verb to use when I put them on.  It's a struggle.  And getting them off is even worse!  Just the other day, I had to have my cousin Jessica pull them off for me.

#embarrassing

If you are of the female gender, you can relate to this whole cowboy boot scenario when you wear those favorite pair of pumps, or that little black dress you've been saving for that perfect occasion.  Have you noticed it's not the dress you love.  It's not the pumps (that in reality kill your feet) you have an obsession with.  It's the overwhelming sense of beauty and power you receive.

So It came to me.  Why do we need that thing to make us feel that way?  Why do we find ourselves trying on dress after dress in the fitting room of our favorite store simply to be rejected by the length, cut, or even more miserable, our own body.  I hate this feeling.  It's awful.  And makes me love my boots even more.  My body can never be too curvy, too rod-like, or imperfect enough to be rejected.  And you wanna know something even better?

You can never misfit God.

I think David give's us the same description in Psalm 5:11:

But let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice: let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them: let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee.  

God is all we will and can ever need.  He can be our strength and power.

But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint. (Isaiah 40:31)

And even if we don't want to, we stick out.  We're different than the world. And with purpose.

That you may become blameless and harmless, children of God without fault in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world (Philippians 2:15)

Let your light shine for all to see. For the glory of the LORD rises to shine on you. (Isaiah 60:1) 

So why not embrace it?  Why do we try so hard to cover up the fact that we're different? When in reality, all we want is to stand out.  To be noticed.  To be complimented.  We have all that. God is ready to take you (all of you) as his personal project.  He will make us feel more empowered than those cowboy boots ever will. 

Just let your light shine..

Your boot-wearin' friend,

Elizabeth