This morning, while the sun was still sleeping, your alarm woke you from your beauty sleep. If you’re like me, you may have snoozed it once or twice. I don’t know what was waiting for you – your morning jog, a hungry baby, maybe clothes to iron and lay out for school. But before we made it to any of those things, we flipped on a light switch and came face to face with our own reflection in the mirror. Still trying to awake from your slumber, you make eye contact with yourself. What did you see?
A light in your eyes, an excitement for what the day holds?
Weariness, too many nights of not enough rest?
Dread, fear of what battles you may face in the next few hours?
Hope, that today may be something different?
Shame, wishing you could change your decisions from the day before?
I want to share with you a truth that God has been speaking to my heart. My worth is not dependent on me. God’s love is unfailing, it’s agape, it’s unconditional love.
No matter how many hoops you jump through or how hard you try, you can not make Him love you more. His love for you is infinite. And even on your worst day, in your worst moment, He will not love you any less. His love is unchanging.
I don’t know what you’re facing today. I don’t know your name, or where you live. But I know this – it’s going to be okay. No matter how big your problems are, God’s love for you is bigger. Don’t take my word for it – reach out to Him today. Do you know Him?
“That He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with might through His Spirit in the inner man, that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height— to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.
Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.”
My husband and I have two Papillons, Macy and Zoé, who both believe with all of their furry little hearts that they are human children. Most of them time we don’t bother to correct them. One of their very favorite things in the world are the little slivers of ice cubes that fall on the floor as I’m filling up glasses. The very moment they hear the ice maker kick on they come sprinting and sliding into the kitchen to gobble up any ice cubes they can find. It’s quite adorable, really.
Their ice cubes are identical. No difference whatsoever. Yet because it does not belong to them, they want it desperately. They leave their own behind out of pure envy of the other’s ice. As I was watching their antics a few evenings ago it struck me with sudden clarity – how often have you and I been the one to toss aside our “ice” out of desire for someone else’s? Maybe it’s their job, wardrobe, car, house, relationships, finances, etc. Would we be happier with their ice? Probably not. And I don’t think we would ever find joy because we wouldn’t be living the life God has led us to, wouldn’t get to experience all of the things that He has planned for us.
“Tap your heels together three times!”
I’m going to start this article with a question – how old was Billie Burke when she played the iconic role of Glinda in Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer’s 1939 masterpiece The Wizard of Oz? I want you to come up with your best guess before you read any further – and I’ll tell you the answer in a minute!
I have been told far too often recently by beautiful, lovely middle-aged women that they are “too old” to have long hair. “Too old” to wear sparkles. “Too old” to wear flashy jewelry or try out the latest trends.
I have long been a firm believer that age is incredibly relative. Maybe you’re an old soul, or maybe you’re young at heart, but truthfully, what is age more than a mere marking of our time spent here on earth? So much of age is strictly of our own imagination.
As a little girl, I absolutely loved The Wizard of Oz. I read all of the books, collected all the memorabilia, and watched the movie over and over again. I thought Glinda was the absolute epitome of glamour. A few years ago I did some reading on Billie Burke, and was very inspired by her life and her spirit. Let me tell you a little bit about her!
Born Mary William Ethelbert Appleton “Billie” Burke in August 1884, she dappled in stage and song early on in her life. She traveled with her father, who was a singer, throughout the United States and Europe. She eventually returned to New York City and became known as a musical comedy star on Broadway.
It was there that she met Florenz Ziegfeld, the great producer of Ziegfeld’s Follies. He believed that Billie was one of the ten most beautiful women in the world. With Flo’s loving help and encouragement, her fame and popularity quickly rose to a higher level than ever before. They were married in 1914, and just two years later she gave birth to their little girl, Patricia.
Sadly, towards the end of Florenz’s life, his incredible stage career suffered increasingly as Broadway was damaged by the motion picture craze. Each failed attempt at a ground-breaking new production left him deeper and deeper in debt. In 1932, sick, heartbroken and depressed, The Great Ziegfeld passed away.
That same year, Billie made her debut into Hollywood’s motion pictures, as an attempt to erase away the great load of debt that was left upon her. She played roles in many different movies, including a film in which she played the role of Judy Garland’s mother. But at the age of 55 (were you close?), it was the role of Glinda that would bring her to fame throughout all of America.
Her unforgettable entrance in the pink bubble, resplendent in sparkles, waving her wand and regally wearing her tiara has immortalized her for all time. Her dignity is a character study all in it’s own, the slight tip of her head, the way she glides as she walks, the diction and speech pattern that is all her own.
Billie Burke passed away in 1970 at the age of 86, but her gentle, elegant spirit will live on in the lives of children and all fans of the Wizard of Oz.
Ladies, you’re never too old to sparkle!
A few months ago I came across an article on one of my favorite fashion and beauty blogs discussing a recently released book titled Cinderella Ate My Daughter, written by Peggy Orenstein. This book claims society has forced a squeaky clean bubblegum-pink expectation on all female juveniles, leaving them with unrealistic dreams and ideals for their own lives, and setting them up for guilt and self-loathe when they make decisions unworthy of a sparkling tiara. The reader’s comments echoed the same theme, despairing that young girls are being poisoned with the mentality that we must all be good, pink and sparkly, and this has set us up for a deep sense of failure when we measure less than perfect.
This certainly got me thinking, because I grew up with Belle, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White and the whole gang as my constant companions. Could I be living with a damaged world view from this so-called “girly-girl culture,” and not even realize it? On the contrary, I believe these young women, as imaginary as they may be, played a very positive role in my most vulnerable years.
- Snow White taught me that it’s okay to work hard, even when it’s a little dusty and dirty. Even more, her cleaning endeavor was not even to benefit herself, but for those whom she believed to be children who had no one to look after them. What a sweet act of selflessness!
- Cinderella never sought out her own revenge against her wicked step-sisters, for she knew in her heart that her patience, endurance, and forgiving sweet spirit would be rewarded. It always is.
- Belle loved her sick father so much that she was willing to take his place in captivity that he might be free. Before that she stood strong against the wooings of the “it” guy.Gaston would have raised her status and popularity level in the village to incredible heights, but she did what she knew was right, and waited for true love. She also taught me that it’s okay to love books and pursue your own passions, regardless of what is considered “cool.”
- Pocahontas loved those who didn’t love her, and placed her own life in danger to save a life she knew was innocent, even if no one else believed her and her best friend turned against her.
I’m not claiming these young ladies never made mistakes. I’ll be the first to say that they did. But I think the consequences of the decisions were clearly displayed in these “tales as old as time.”
Someday, if I am blessed with a daughter, I look forward to sharing these stories with her. Am I worried that I am setting her up with unrealistic expectations? Will she be left to wonder why her Prince Charming hasn’t yet galloped in, and despise Cinderella for her fairy godmother easy-out? I suppose that is a possibility.
But as these great stories display, there is a different purpose, plan, and outcome for each individual life. All things considered, it is my sincere hope that my daughter will have role models and companions as lovely as mine. Besides, squeaky clean expectations aren’t all that bad. It sounds a lot like accountability to me.
Excuse me while I go dust off my tiara.
I realize this is not a beauty related post, and yet while I started this as a beauty blog, I’m excited to get to share my heart with you on other topics as well! Let me know what you think in the comment section below!
When I think of David so many thoughts race through my head. David & Goliath. David & Bathesheba. But just the other day I was driving to work and a very different story of David came to mind. A younger, purer David, a talented musician.
Today our curtain opens on 1st Samuel chapter 16. King Saul is depressed, anxious, and unable to rest.
“Some of Saul’s servants said to him, “A tormenting spirit from God is troubling you. Let us find a good musician to play the harp whenever the tormenting spirit troubles you. He will play soothing music, and you will soon be well again. “All right,” Saul said. “Find me someone who plays well, and bring him here. One of the servants said to Saul, “One of Jesse’s sons from Bethlehem is a talented harp player. Not only that—he is a brave warrior, a man of war, and has good judgment. He is also a fine-looking young man, and the Lord is with him. And whenever the tormenting spirit from God troubled Saul, David would play the harp. Then Saul would feel better, and the tormenting spirit would go away.” (vs 15-18, 23)
I like to think about what David must have played on his harp. I’m not a historical scholar and I’m not certain what his harp what have looked like, or what the tone and timbre would have been. Did the gift of songwriting come easily to David? Where did his inspiration come from?
It’s clear that David was gifted. But it’s also clear that David was rewarded for his obedience and service. Saul appreciated David so much that he awarded him the position of armor bearer. Even more, turn the page and we see God using David to deliver the Israelites from Goliath.
Maybe you, dear reader, are a musician – or maybe you’re not. Maybe you have a way of cooking & hosting that makes friends as well as strangers feel like family. Maybe you love teaching or easily make friends with young children. Maybe you excel at organization – things or people. Whatever it is, get out there and play your harp! To offer someone solace and comfort, what greater blessing could there be?
Go play your harp.