What are you shopping for?

I wasted so much time shopping today! My two favorite pairs of jeans have holes in them. Anybody else’s thighs communicate? Yet when I came to the end of my search, I didn’t have any items in my cart. But the reason took me off guard.

I was shopping for things new clothes can’t provide. Searching for feelings of worth, joy, value, affirmation … I came up empty. Maybe even emptier than I when started.

Not sure why I search all the other places before I go the only One that truly fulfills. As a stylist, I know all the fashion tricks, what to look for, what constitutes a good buy, how to spot quality, … and when it’s not actually a fashion issue. (Looks like I’m a little slow on that last one.)

True beauty flows from the heart, from spending time at the feet of Jesus. Let’s not get so caught up, we forget about the internal work sweet friend.

Beauty - Runway Tulsa

This week I had the privilege of attending two nights of a fashion event. A sweet lady had extra VIP tickets and thought of me (twice.) I thought VIP was reserved for famous people 😎

Long tables full of elegant edibles: bacon-wrapped dates, a lovely fruit platter, smoked salmon, grilled shrimp, crackers with fancy purple cheese (blueberry Chèvre I'm told) and much more lined the front walls. One table was dedicated solely to chocolate!

Being in a fashion saturated event, I was repeatedly reminded of one thing. God's view of beauty looks very different than the world's. 😊 There was clearly a "mold" to which the models were trained to conform. The walk, the facial expressions, the pose - the ladies executed their jobs to a T. Even those in attendance felt the need to rise to the beauty standard. Fake lashes, perfect lipstick, and gorgeous dresses (maybe a little shorter or a little tighter than normal.) We all want to look and feel beautiful, especially at a runway event!

But does all of this really equal beauty. I was looking people in the eye, watching for a hint of a smile, attentively searching for signs of abundant joy, fulfillment, and life - I found only a few. 

I left the gala feeling uneasy. What was supposed to be a fun girls night out had me conflicted on the inside. There wasn't anything inherently wrong with the evening, but my soul knew something wasn't right. 

So I came home and did a brief search/study on what beauty means to God. 1 Sam 16:7 immediately came to mind. "Man looks at the outward appearance but God looks at the heart." So how should I "fashion" my heart? Turns out we were already given the answer. 

Clothe yourself with: 

  • Strength and dignity - Prov 31.25
  • Love - Col 3.14
  • Humility - 1 Peter 5.5
  • The Lord Jesus Christ - Rom 13.14
  • Honor and majesty - Job 40.10
  • The full armor of God - Eph 6.11
  • Christ - Gal 3.27
  • Compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience - Col 3.12

Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Prov 31.30

True Beauty starts on the inside, and then manifests itself externally in our character, actions, personality, and shines through our eyes and smile. 

With a renewed perspective, I was able to thoroughly enjoy the second evening. I walked in with confidence, knowing that my worth was predetermined by the Lord. (I had only spent 10 minutes slipping into my glittery dress, throwing my hair up, and freshening my lipstick in the office bathroom- but God had already prepared my heart.) 

God is constantly orchestrating the details! My original seat assignment was next to a mother daughter pair with their friend a few seats down. Wanting to sit together they asked if I would switch places. Though hesitant at first, I agreed. (No idea why I'm so weird about seat assignments.) 

I'm so glad I moved. I made a new friend! After an hour of effortlessly chatting with the lady seated next to me, the runway show began. We applauded the cute styles, giggled at the pieces we could never pull off, and discussed the ins and outs of the design details - having created pieces of her own, she was very knowledgeable. 

From my new seat assignment I could also catch a glimpse of the models' faces as they headed backstage. After a perfect strut down the runway, full of attitude and style; smirks and smiles spread across their faces moments before they disappeared backstage. Whether from joy, relief, or inside jokes, I'm not sure. But it brightened my evening to see the natural joy on their faces. (I'm waiting for smiling models to be the "in-thing.")

One of the cutest moments came during the second-half when little girls entered hand-in-hand with a matching adult companion. The crowd erupted as the adorable little children started down the runway. You can't compete with the authenticity of a child. 

Interesting how differently I perceived both evenings. Walking in with a fresh Biblical perspective, and surrounding myself with encouraging Christ-centered conversation-- it's as if the things of the world didn't stick as well. (Like the stars and dots in Max Lucado's children's story - You Are Special.) I left the event with grace and positivity that was grossly lacking a couple evenings prior... thankful for the lessons learned, challenged to not conform, and encouraged to do fashion differently.

The Line


I wore a shirt the other day that was on the bubble. The things we do to compensate for this Oklahoma heat. I did my hair just right and thought I had layered successfully to pull it off. While I was conscious of my outfit throughout the day, the punch didn't come until I picked my sister up from work. Moments after getting in the car I hear, "What does God think about your shirt?"  

- Pause -"What?" I asked.

"What does Dad think about your shirt?" 

"That is not what I heard the first time!" 

Conviction straight to the heart. Called out by my little sister and Holy-Spirit-translated for full effect. 

The next day my uncle stopped by my office. His normally cheerful countenance was replaced with loving concern. He hesitantly mentioned yesterday's shirt. Explaining how it was communicating something I probably didn't want to be communicating. I can't remember the last time he commented on my wardrobe choices. 

Grateful for those who love me enough to care what I wear and call me out. Every outfit makes a statement. What is yours saying?

PS That shirt is now a present for the trash can.