In order to be irreplaceable, one must be different–Coco Chanel
It called to me from the coffe table like a Siren at sea. It was as if I heard intoxicating songs about French fashion with a Parisian accent as I lifted up the most recent edition of the holy grain of fashion. Yes, it was as if Jean Paul Gaultier himself lured me to sea only to die from desire. I flipped through fashion magazines and drooled over dresses that I foolishly believed were going to make me a haute couture woman who spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on garments designed to tailor-fit my waist, hips, and [not-so-long] legs. The magazine documented waif-like women on the Parisian runway who stopped and did a little turn on the catwalk… and I was undone!
In that nanosecond I truly believed that if I put on that dress, I will be the envy of every woman and the desire of every man. Coco Chanel would applaud me and Christian Lacroix would nod at my fashion saavy decision to pair a vintage Valentino piece with a Balenciaga heel. I would bask in my prowess and pride and stand before the world because I had something no one else had: haute couture clothing. A one-of-kind, hand-sewn, pain-stakingly difficult garment made through the blood, sweat, and tears of a little Italian woman hunkered over a pile of priceless material and thread.
I shut the magazine and I was convicted. The one letter boldly printed on the cover stared back at me in silence as if letting me know W stood for Wanton or Wishing, but definitely not Wisdom.
conference and its intimidating to be surrounded by wealthy, thin, fashionable women. I’m not a fashionista, I’m not a wealthy heiress, or socialite. But I realized something profound in the glossy pages of a fashion magazine: I am a haute couture woman. I have a one-of-a-kind Savior who has tailor-fit to my soul and has pain-stakingly created a piece of art through blood (Matthew 26:28), sweat (Luke 22:43), and tears (John 11:35). By the avant-garde holes in His wrists and pierced side, He has designed a robe of righteousness for me that no one else could create for me. Yes, I love adorning the exterior, but more importantly than any robe I can put on, is the fact that the Creator of the Universe lives inside of me. Therefore I am an heiress; an heiress to the kingdom of God (James 2:5). I’m in DC for a
Today I will walk down the catwalk of Life sharing my haute couture relationship with my Savior. And if I’m feeling up to it, I may just do a little turn on the catwalk. Why not?
I’m on CST and I was wondering, “Bianca’s up awfully early today.” Then read that you’re on EST. Now it makes sense. Enjoy DC and the security you have in our Heavenly Father! 🙂
You paint a great picture with your words. =)
Work whatcha your daddy gave ya gurl! Holla!
WORD! I love reading your posts, I recently came upon this blog thanks to my pastor. I appreciate and thank GOD for using people like you.
Get it girl! Love this post and it’s so true! Great reminder for today! Thanks for that! 🙂 Love ya’, B!
love this post!
Love this one! Enjoy DC – are the cherry blossoms in season? So pretty when they are!
LOVE!
You seem pretty fashionable to me! And your Jesus makes you all the more beautiful from the soul out!
(Btw, this is the first time your blog has been easy to read for my blackberry, whatever you changed helped!)