When I was a little girl I used to get very angry at women who refused to go out in public without wearing make. I thought that concept was insane. I questioned, "Why would you let others have fun 'out there' while you stay in here hiding from the world?" I hoped I would never be one of those women.
For most of my life I stayed true to that mindset. It has only been in the past few years that make-up has become a part of my everyday life. Now, I love make-up. I must confess that the compliments and adoration I receive when I am all dolled up is the biggest reason I wear it. I love looking cute and I love people telling me I look cute. I love the response I get from cutie patooties. The only thing I love more in life than cuteness is God. I am in a stage in my life in which I am desperately trying to lift God above everything else in my life. I'm trying my hardest and my biggest opposition is proving to be me.
Last week I got an opportunity to "put [my] money where my mouth [was]". I was 20 minutes away from my church and I realized I had left my make-up at home. It takes me an hour and 15 minutes to get to my church in Shawnee so there is no turning back at that point. If you are a single Christian woman you already know the high level of panic happening here. If marital bliss has already caused you to forget past woes let me remind you. This is one time in my week that I might see cutie patooties that love the Lord.
My first thought is to stop and purchase all the beautification products I need. There was not even such much as a Walgreens to save me at this point. My second plan was not going to church but just going on to my mother's house. It was at this point that I remembered the promise I made to myself as a little girl. I could not have created a better way to show God and myself that I would keep that mindset. I walked right in that place like I was princess of the whole Kingdom of God. I felt like I had a chance to show God He was of most importance in my life. I actually couldn't stop smiling I was so proud of myself. And the inside, I knew God was smiling at my bare little face too.