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Wonderful article for women, young and old. Be Blessed x
Modesty – it IS a breath of fresh air
FEBRUARY 28, 2013 ·
She paraded right in front of me so many times that night. I was 6 or 7 rows up on the bleachers and she was on the front row down below. It was as if she was on display. I had my one dear husband to my right and three of our four dear boys to my left. And she just kept walking there, back and forth, the whole long night through, right in front of us all. I actually felt sad for her. And yet, I’m sure my full-grown husband and “still pretty innocent” fast-growing boys never had a chance to feel “sad” for her. But I’m sure they felt plenty. She was such a young girl, probably 17 at most, and she was, indeed, beautiful to look at. However, some of our beauty should be kept for one man, that for her, she probably has not even had the chance to meet yet. I wanted to offer her my coat and kindly ask her to cover-up but that is not, nor will it ever be, the right thing for me to do. What was the right thing to do? It’s not like this is the only time this has happened. But oh how I wish it was.
Modesty.
It is like a breath of fresh air.When I see young girls, taking the risk, daring to NOT look like everyone else, stylish yet sweet, covered and yet eye-catching, it is good for my soul.I know many girls like this personally and inside I am applauding them. I am clapping for them and cheering for them and making them banners with glitter-glue and neon paint inside my head. I see them at our church and at school events and all around our small town. It is so refreshing. I hope we are telling these young, precious girls (and each other) how much we appreciate that. It is most definitely NOT an easy choice to make. I am a girl. It is not easy. We all like to feel pretty and stylish and the styles and trends are sadly – to bear it all. Wear it tighter. Wear it shorter. Wear it lower. Or…just barely wear it at all.These girls simply want to be noticed. Most likely, they are not getting the attention they need from those that they love the most. They are insecure. They are desperate. They are needy – just like you and me. And sadly, they ARE getting noticed. My boys will never have to step far out of our home to find a girl who is willing to show them too much of her outward beauty – beauty that is sacred and special and unique to them and to be shared with only one other.So today, while I am concerned like every other mother of a growing boy, I am also thankful. I am thankful for the many girls and women that surround my family – the ones who reveal to us only their inner beauty – the beauty that comes from inside of them and spills out all over them and completely covers them like a breath of fresh air. I am blessed with BEAUTIFUL friends. (actually – sometimes it feels more like a curse but for purposes of today’s post – I am happy they are beautiful
) And I am thankful for their high standards with modesty – it is lovely. They are lovely. May we all be an example of the beauty that is meant to be shared. And… I am thankful that it is NEVER too late to do the right thing. What a promise. What a gift. May our Heavenly Father protect our dear little boys, and guard their hearts and their eyes, and keep their minds pure in a world where purity has grown dim.And to my young and old, beautiful readers – thank you in advance for being that breath of fresh air to this mom, who despite her best efforts of trying not to blink, has four, precious, growing older boys.
FEBRUARY 28, 2013 ·
She paraded right in front of me so many times that night. I was 6 or 7 rows up on the bleachers and she was on the front row down below. It was as if she was on display. I had my one dear husband to my right and three of our four dear boys to my left. And she just kept walking there, back and forth, the whole long night through, right in front of us all. I actually felt sad for her. And yet, I’m sure my full-grown husband and “still pretty innocent” fast-growing boys never had a chance to feel “sad” for her. But I’m sure they felt plenty. She was such a young girl, probably 17 at most, and she was, indeed, beautiful to look at. However, some of our beauty should be kept for one man, that for her, she probably has not even had the chance to meet yet. I wanted to offer her my coat and kindly ask her to cover-up but that is not, nor will it ever be, the right thing for me to do. What was the right thing to do? It’s not like this is the only time this has happened. But oh how I wish it was.
Modesty.
It is like a breath of fresh air.When I see young girls, taking the risk, daring to NOT look like everyone else, stylish yet sweet, covered and yet eye-catching, it is good for my soul.I know many girls like this personally and inside I am applauding them. I am clapping for them and cheering for them and making them banners with glitter-glue and neon paint inside my head. I see them at our church and at school events and all around our small town. It is so refreshing. I hope we are telling these young, precious girls (and each other) how much we appreciate that. It is most definitely NOT an easy choice to make. I am a girl. It is not easy. We all like to feel pretty and stylish and the styles and trends are sadly – to bear it all. Wear it tighter. Wear it shorter. Wear it lower. Or…just barely wear it at all.These girls simply want to be noticed. Most likely, they are not getting the attention they need from those that they love the most. They are insecure. They are desperate. They are needy – just like you and me. And sadly, they ARE getting noticed. My boys will never have to step far out of our home to find a girl who is willing to show them too much of her outward beauty – beauty that is sacred and special and unique to them and to be shared with only one other.So today, while I am concerned like every other mother of a growing boy, I am also thankful. I am thankful for the many girls and women that surround my family – the ones who reveal to us only their inner beauty – the beauty that comes from inside of them and spills out all over them and completely covers them like a breath of fresh air. I am blessed with BEAUTIFUL friends. (actually – sometimes it feels more like a curse but for purposes of today’s post – I am happy they are beautiful