Miss Mama Leisha is here to brighten our day!
I just love it when she comes to share her adorable little self with us, she inspires me.
Now that’s Style will have you feeling all inspired too…
I’ve been thinking a lot about “style” lately.
I suppose that is what
happens when the seasons begin to change. When the heat of summer transitions into the refreshing crisp of autumn air, when the trees trade their shades of green for rich, warm tones of gold and red. You take inventory of your closet. You pull out cardigans that have warmed your arms–winter after winter–and access their “wear-ability.” You consider donating those well-worn
jeans you’ve had for ten years to a local charitable organization. You
wonder about leggings. You wonder about your knobby knees and your chicken legs in those leggings, and figure you’d better stick with the faded, ten-year-old jeans after all!
You think about style–what you might need to update or change–and you start to realize a few things…
My beloved and trusty friend, the “Merriam-Webster Dictionary,” offers
more than one definition for the word, “style.” The first is clearly
stated: “the prevalent fashion.” Pretty obvious, right? But, what
if–for a moment (and for the sake of this post)–we put aside the
clothes, the shoes, and the “trends,” and skim a couple of lines down from
that definition. Do you know what we will find in my trusty Webster?
This little gem of a definition of style: “one whose appearance is
I love that! One whose appearance is distinctive. Or, one whose look is unique. Original. One-of-a-kind. Novel. Different.
By that definition, don’t we all have style?
We’re all different. Not one of us looks exactly like another. And isn’t that wonderful?! Those distinctions make each of us interesting and special. We
are extraordinarily diverse. We’re individuals. We are important.
We’re exquisitely unique. We are irreplaceable. We are worth so much
more than we can comprehend, whether we wear leggings or not. We get caught up in “fine lines” and trends and noses shaped
like butternut squash (yes, mine), that we fail to see how divine we really are. We forget to stop, reflect, and step outside ourselves for a small moment in an effort to really see ourselves. We forget to try to see ourselves through God’s eyes, as He must see us.
But what happens when we remember? We see how beautiful, beautiful, beautiful we truly are!
Now that’s style.
xoxo~ Mama Aleisha and Ruthie