Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Maybe she's born with it...

I've never worn makeup. It's something I really like about myself, but sometimes is confusing and surprising to others. Let me explain. Ages 0-13, I was too young. Ages 14-16, I had no interest. Ages 17-present, I developed actual reasons to go bare-faced.

You've heard Proverbs 31:30Song of Solomon 4:7, and Isaiah 43:4. Each of these declares the immeasurable beauty and value in each of us. I've spent enough time (as a camp counselor & math tutor) with insecure 6th grade girls to know that many of us find these verses hard to believe. It's hard to believe because our culture has bombarded us with only one image of beauty. And literally not a single person on this planet is naturally fully qualified to fulfill the checklist of "American femininity."

I wholeheartedly believe that God sculpted me the way I am. He placed every pigment on my face, planted each hair on my brow, and painted every color on my irises. He is proud of this creation. He made no mistakes. This is not a remark on how special I am, but instead a remark on how powerfully detailed our God is. It is my job to respect this temple He's given me. It's my job to keep my lips unchapped and my hair clean. It is not my job to cover up what He's created. To be in awe of His work is to worship Him

Who am I to tell God that instead of looking like His creation, I'd rather look like the photoshopped pictures in magazines?

Because I fear God, I'm called to be counter-cultural. "Don't copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God's will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect." Romans 12:2. I will not copy what is "supposed" to be more attractive. Instead, I strive to value the way God created me to look. Covering up my face would be disguising what the Lord created as beauty. God's will for me is to look the way I look. I will be content and I will be confident.

Since I so fervently oppose makeup, I banned it amongst my campers. (It's only a six-day camp, so they can survive my one strict rule.) To the ones who opposed, I recited over and over: "Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious." 1 Peter 3:3-4. For each girl who threw a tantrum, there were three others who were relieved by the rule. My girls didn't have to compare themselves, didn't try to impress the boys with their eyeliner, and by the end of the week they didn't worry about not wearing makeup.  For at least six days, they were forced to see themselves in the mirror- what they were born to look like- and by day six, they were usually pretty happy with it.

The moment a woman puts on makeup, plucks her eyebrows, dyes her hair, etc., her appearance is then her own doing. If she receives praise, it adds to her own vanity. But a woman who goes "au naturale" knows that her appearance is not her own to toy with. Her natural appearance is a gift to be respected.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Semester's End

I'm not going to start off this post like, "Sorry guys, I haven't updated in a while!" Because I'm going to assume you are not anxiously waiting my your computer hoping to read a new post.

Anyway, here are cool things that have happened recently:

The Civil Wars came to Agnes Scott! I know- I find it hard to believe, too. Seriously, The Civil Wars, nominated for two Grammys, playing on the same stage I've suffered through midnight rehearsal and earned my place in the Black Ring Mafia.  
Joy Williams and John Paul White in real life.

The opener, Milo Greene, was pretty alright. I mean pretty good.
When Joy played piano, the entire auditorium went crazy.
They're just the best.

These are the friends I went with. We had to fight to get five consecutive seats. Fans were getting fierce, at least by Agnes standards.




Yeah, cool. So in the next two day I finished three finals and moved out of my dorm room. I repeat: the next two days I finished three finals and moved out of my dorm room.
It looks so sad and lonely.
I went back home where I've had nothing to do. Feels like I'm in middle school again. Until Thursday, I headed down to Buckhead for Drew Holcomb and the Neighbor's Christmas show! They're so fantastic. And Andrew Ripp played as well. So. Fantastic.
Andrew Ripp, the finest voice in all the land.
Drew Holcomb & the Neighbors, perfect as can be.
Special guest, native Atlantan Micah Dalton.
All together, loving life.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

That's a Wrap

It's the end of the semester. I'm almost done with schoolwork. (Only 15 more pages of sociology to write and 6 more geometry proofs!)

Perhaps this explains my lack of recent posts. Perhaps not. Here are photos of the most recent fun thing.
Bible study friendies!
Getting ready for White Elephant gift swap.
Smiles all around.
Hello, Kitty.
Gingerbread house contest!
Team "Christmas Cottage."
Still in the process of building "Kirb Appeal."
Three beautiful gingerbread houses.
Team "Kirb Appeal." First place winners!

December around Agnes Scott is the most stressful and the most fun.

Awkward

This photo is an awkward gem.
Norton Juster, author of The Phantom Tollbooth.