
Long story short, here's where I am.
I want to honor the Lord with my clothing.
The road to modesty has been a long, hard, often times ugly journey for me.
Lots of irritation, justifying my need to look cute, or to be comfortable over loving my brothers in Christ.
Funny how as women we were created to help man, to be helpers, and yet oftentimes we help them fall into sin by the way we dress (or hardly dress).
I've spent far too long being a female on a hunt for the loopholes when it comes to modesty.
You know...
The loop holes.
My shorts are long enough usually...
But what about at the gym?
What about when I run?
Surely it's okay to show a lot of leg then, right?
Surely me being hot and comfy trumps the clear teaching in scripture for women to dress modestly...right? please? pretty please?
What about when I'm at the swimming pool?
Then it's okay to wear a bra and panties in front of a bunch of men, right?
Men aren't turned on by women in their bras and panties...I tried really hard to live in that land of la-la.
Surely it's okay to show a little of "the girls" at the pool, right? maybe?
It's the pool. I'm swimming.
Or
It's the road. I'm running.
As if a verb and a location suddenly makes everything scripture says obsolete.
What is wrong with me?
So I have this inner dialogue, that goes something like this...
Why?
Why Heather are you such a sleuth at finding the loop holes?
Why does this really matter to you so much?
Why do you need to show a lot of skin?
Why don't you just be honest with yourself about your motives?
Why don't you just admit that maybe...holy cow...maybe something inside you....something in your soul won't let you "be" when you're pushing the line and flirting with darkness. Maybe that's the Holy Spirit whispering, "choose life...choose life." Maybe Heather...you should listen.
Something in me grabs a hold of my heart and squeezes it.
I feel it.
I know.
And yet I fight and I fight.
Why?
Why over this one area?
Why do I put up my dukes and plant my feet firmly in the ground like I'm about to engage in body combat...over something as silly as clothing?
Why do I forget that God is good, and
everything He does and wants is for my good and for His glory...two perfectly wonderful things.
The dukes are coming down, slowly.
I'm learning...slowly...when it comes to clothing...
To consider other people more important than myself (Phil. 2). Somehow, God wants to take this selfish woman and teach me how to consider other people. What work He has cut out for Him!
I'm learning to not only think of my own needs (comfort, looking oh-so-cute) but to also consider the needs of others (to not have to divert their eyes, or fall into sin at the swimming pool). (Phil 2)
I'm learning to pursue purity, instead of constantly seeking the "line."
I'm learning that being at the pool, ready to encourage my friends, meet new women, and love on my kids is more important than sitting at the pool thinking about myself, my body and what others are thinking about my body.
I'm learning to love the thought of being free from focusing on me so much.
I'm learning to obey the Lord, caring less about looking beautiful on the outside (and often times skanky) and instead, growing in godliness and good deeds.
1 Timothy 2:9-10
And I want women to be modest in their appearance. They should wear decent and appropriate clothing and not draw attention to themselves by the way they fix their hair or by wearing gold or pearls or expensive clothes. For women who claim to be devoted to God should make themselves attractive by the good things they do.
Did I mention I'm learning this slowly?
So that's where I am...and that brings us here:
Swimsuits.
Did everyone groan?
Once you get past the groaning because you hate thinking of standing in a dressing room, with surround sound mirrors wearing a swimsuit while you're not tan....at...all..... even a little...then you have to move on and groan over not being able to find a swimsuit that isn't too revealing.
Double groan.
side note: Why oh why do the dressing rooms have to be so well lit?
other side note: Fat looks so much better tan. Just sayin'.
In the past, I've had the hardest time finding a modest swimsuit that doesn't make me look like I'm 75.
I want cuteness, modesty and my suit needs to stay put.
Long gone are the days when I could lounge by the pool.
Are you kidding?
4 kids = no lounging
I'm constantly jumping up, bending over, saving someone's life, preventing Hudson from drinking out of every Sonic cup in sight, or jogging around the pool to "have a word" with one of my sons who is giving the life guard an ulcer.
See...I need modesty and my suit super glued to my body.
What a quandary.
What's a girl to do?
A girl needs to check out
Lime Ricki.
Is there anything better than getting cute, trendy, well-made, modest swimsuits delivered right to your front door?
No more driving all over town.
You can try on your suit at sundown in your own home (after a margarita, a dose of Benadryl or much prayer).
And, most importantly...
We can be on the other side of town from "the line."
Ah...
My soul breathes easy.
We'll be giving away one of these suits next week and offering a promo code for a discount off your swimsuit.
Get excited!