June 4, 2012

So there I was in my black and purple polka-dotted trunkini, the modest, chunky girl bathing suit, awaiting the compromised leg tan I would finally receive, eating strawberry dippin-dots when my dream guy decided to walk by. Tall, blonde, great whispy hair, genuine, friendly smile already set on his face. What was a girl to do? Of course, I pretended like I was asleep. Eyes closed. No, I didn’t notice him. Ken. (His given name for all apparent reasons.) The only thing giving me away was perhaps my one eye stare and scowling brow. Why the scowling brow? Ice cream headache. When he walked by, the last bite jumped down my thoat.

My first thought went directly to my weight. Ugh. And, I’m eating dippin-dots!!! I could have been swimming in the pool, working on that and exercising. But, the book I had in hand was more entertaining, and to beat the heat I needed ice cream. Who could fault me? Perhaps myself. Perhaps Ken. Or any future Kens who would see only with his eyes and ego, rather than Love.

Why do guys have this crazy effect on girls? Lol. And, why do girls spend so much time agonizing over their looks? The story above isn’t true. It’s just a fictional vignette of something that could be true in my life and in the lives of many single sisters! Actually, it was the brain child growing in my head today as I was going on my walk, a start of a story. But, then I realized I stink at finishing stories these days, so why not try to post some short vignettes with a devotional twist to encourage the girls? We’ll see if it works. I’m seeing that fiction can have it’s place in our lives, if it creates space for God to bring in His truth. Well, below is the rest of the devo, as I write it now…

…But, God doesn’t look at our outward appearance. He looks at the condition of our heart. I think that if instead of trying to look a certain way for the guys, we girls spent more time making our hearts beautiful that we’d be made ready for the dream guy in our lives. The thing is, any Ken requiring the standards of a Barbie doll, can have her. But, I don’t want to change my life to become a Barbie. I want to change my life to look more and more like LOVE that gave His whole life for me. So, I realize this today. Although there are definitely areas where God is working on me, take the dippin-dots, for example, the right Ken for me will see beyond the obvious and see my heart and want to win it.

After all…

#I’mworththecost…ofhisego.