In Which She Actually Wears Nothing that She Made.
Really. It does happen on occasion.
Brown jeggings from Wal-Mart and a burgundy T-shirt/tunic from the Women's Ministry Merch Shop.
See, November happens to be Adoption Awareness month and the women's ministry offered a set of T shirts, tunics and dresses w/ various names of God in Hebrew script, with all proceeds benefiting the ministries that we partner with to care for widows, orphans and foster kids.
The name on my top, El Emeth (Strong's 571), means 'God of Truth'. We were supposed to take a photo of ourselves wearing the shirt of our choice and explain why we chose that name.
I first picked the top because, well, to be honest, it was the style that most suited me. And the color is more-or-less right for choir this month. But if I were choosing according to the graphics, I still would have chosen this top.
I had a epiphany during a lunch-time prayer-and-journal session back in January in which I realized my core value is truth.
Once I realized that about myself, a lot of things fell into place...from why I want to make sure our stage costumes are correct to why I teach Bible classes.
Which is kinda odd, considering that, as a kid, I would tell the most outrageous stories (one I remember...'I walked in my sleep last night and woke up curled up under the high boy cedar chest.'). Probably for attention, I think. It quit when I was in about the 5th grade and got called out on my fancy by someone whose opinion I valued.
Perhaps the value of truth took root at that point. The concept that there is truth and there is...not truth. And I learned that it didn't matter how much I wanted something to be true, if it wasn't true, it. wasn't. true. Opinion did not sway the needle from 'not true' to 'true'.
Which pretty much flies in the face of the current trend to consider all truth relative to point of view.
But a core value of mine, nonetheless.