Hello my dears! I don’t know if its Spring Fever, or what, but I do know one thing is for sure–I am just aching for change! Change in me? Change in my walk with God? Yes, yes! The winds of change have sprung upon me quite suddenly, sending my mind into a tizzy to know how to respond.
It all began with my hair. Haha! That sounds promising! But really and truly, it did. One Friday, a few weeks ago, I was looking in the mirror when I suddenly realized that I had worn my hair parted on one side part for more years than I could remember. With the help of a wet, clean head of hair, that side part changed to a striking center line down the top of my head. At first I was frustrated with it; it was so new! And wonder of wonders, I really didn’t know how to work with it and pin curls at the same time–my hands had to change their practiced movements, which was a real challenge. In order to flatten out that awkward “bump” of hair one gets when a new part has been made, I put in pin curls that night. Saturday’s curls were lovely, but Sunday was the perfect hair day! I woke up with nice, loose, seventies looking curls that morning (as shown in these shots), and I was ecstatic! The “new” was good.
The seventies has never really struck me as all that attractive; probably because it was predominantly the era of hippies. But you know what? It is possible to change a girl’s perspective on an era of fashion through just one new hairstyle! And that is what happened when I saw how cute my hair turned out! Immediately, seventies inspiration began to flood through my head, and I began to put together one of my last winter outfits of the year–seventies style. This is what I came up with: A striped blouse, a long woolen skirt, and my empire waisted, pumpkin hued jacket. Perfection of muted, rustic colors, perfection in the seventies “lengthiness”, perfection in makeup. All for the sake of perfect hair. 😉
Blouse: Gifted // Skirt: Thrifted // Jacket: Nordstrom Rack // Boots: Thrifted // Necklace: Forever 21 // Earrings: Made by a Friend
Not too long ago, the girls and I went to Ulta. While we were there, I decided to splurge and buy myself a tube of nude lipstick. Mom and I both love the “frosted lip”, and I was anxious to try it out. I was happy with my purchase in the end, but my happiness exploded when I used it to finesse this seventies makeup look. My eyelids were given a dusting of crystal blue to compliment my blouse and to reflect the overuse of blue eyelids from the inspirational era.
While it can be pleasant to settle yourself into appearance/dress habits, sometimes you need a little bit of change to rustle up new excitement and appreciation for things you never thought you would take delight in. Its funny, because ever since that one unique Sunday, my interest in trying new things and new styles has grown! That is big for me, especially since I am known to be the most patient sister of the group (i.e. the one who doesn’t mind wearing the same clothes year after year) and likes things to remain the same. Why? Because I get lazy, I guess? Or maybe its because I am trying to hold onto a very vintage frame of mind, when ladies had to make their dresses last until they were threadbare.
Change, if it is for the better, is good and ought to be welcomed. If I continued in my day to day sins, never once even trying to reform myself, what would that say about my faith? Men can be judged in their faith by the fruit. If your fruit is rotten and distasteful, it is time to change, move forward, repent.
If we can become excited about a new look, we ought to get just as excited about changing how we look from the inside. So before I go and change my material closet, I also need to make sure that I sort out the threadbare habits that create my character and reputation. We as Christians have been made new creations through the spilled blood of Jesus Christ, and it is because we confess Him as our Lord and Savior that we should continually be looking at ourselves in our proverbial mirrors. Let us ask the Lord to forgive us our sins and trespasses, asking that He might help us to see our sins as He does, and cry out for the strength to be given us to change for the better.
Last thought: The Holy Spirit is that wonderful, quiet voice inside of us, who tells us it wouldn’t be a good idea to carelessly point out the flaw in our neighbor, but instead, to keep quiet. When we listen to Him, we actually have to stop and think about how many times we have made the same mistake, thus reminding us to have grace for our brethren.
I am always reminded, when I fall short, of that little voice that spoke to me, but I drowned Him out with my own loud, prideful desires. It frightens me to think that I can drown Him out. But here is the balm: there have been so many times when I have heeded His words, and done what is right, and in the end I spared myself and my family from spiritual harm. This gives me so much comfort and assurance! So I challenge you all to listen to that soft voice, and seek to do what is right, that we might all be a blessing to our families and friends, and that we might further the advancement of His Kingdom!
Do you like change?
Do you strive to change inwardly?
How has your walk with the Lord been?
Blessings to you all on your Sabbath tomorrow!
Jessica, the eldest sister & singer
P.S. There won’t be very many posts coming from me in the next couple of months, as I am working at our local Greenhouse again. It is so sad that I have to say this, and I will really miss posting as often as I have been! But never fear! I will post, just not as often. 🙂