I was devouring a fashion magazine recently, a guilty pleasure of mine, when I was struck by its hoarding nature. It eggs us on to buy every stitch in sight and exaggerates our need to have bought it yesterday. The leggy girls in the photos, the strategic placement of glossy diamond bangles and ridiculously oversized handbags all seem to be designed to convince us of our have nots.
The brains behind these magazines encourage us to covet what we don't have. Worse yet, they attempt to plant that venemous seed which erroniously teaches us that, unless we have expendable income, we shouldn't even be looking through its pages! Who else would be suckered into buying $1,000 stilettos?
As I teetered dangerously towards the brink of fashionistaville, a spirit dwelling inside me caught me by the tails of my old navy jeans and jerked me back to reality. His reality. The reality that protects us from feeling unworthy, undesirable, and every other un-word ever created by the enemy. His spirit whispers love songs, composed personally for my ears to hear, and reminds me that my image is wrapped up in reflecting His. What a relief. That is a relief because he empowers and reminds me of my haves rather than my have nots. He empowers me to see the dreams I can attain through his limitless abilities.
I found myself re-reading that same magazine with the ability to appreciate the contents for art's sake. I can honestly say that I felt absolutely no sense of obligation to purchase or live up to any of it. My image, how I look to the world, is important. But God gets to decide how that will appear. Now I ask, "How can I reflect Him accurately without looking like a knock-off"?!
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