Lie #1

So this is the beginning of my lies about Modest etc. So here goes I am going to try to bust any lies that are floating out there.

Lie #1

That the reason Christian girls say that they are trying to be modest is because they don't have as much self confidence.

So I don't know how many of you have encountered this lie in your life but I believe this can be a really big problem. Imagine if you were walking through a store and you are searching for a nice shirt that is modest. When you here some whispering behind your back. You stop when you here your name. You slip behind a rack of shirts and look through them it's some of the girls from school. "I can't believe (insert your own name.) She only dresses the way she does is because she doesn't have enough self confidence to wear "modern" clothes. I love how she says it's all about honoring God. But really it's because she isn't confident in herself." 

Now back to the present. I know that besides modesty I don't wear short shorts because I wouldn't feel comfortable wearing them. But you should feel uncomfortable if you are wearing something that is immodest. But think of the misconceptions that others might have about you and so next time when a girl walks by you in that low top or in short shorts just remember that she may not feel comfortable in what she is wearing. So if you ever find yourself believing this lie just remember if you are living for God He is watching what you do and what you say and how you act and He will not forget what  you've done that is pleasing in His eyes. God made you the way you are and he crafted you to be exactly who you are don't ever let anyone tell you that you aren't beautiful.

(if you have any lies that you know girls face today post it below and I will do my best to answer it.)

In Christ

Lydia Grace

Cinderella

My friend Esther wrote this. Enjoy!

Call me a romantic if you will—it’s a title I’ll wear with pride.  Most girls see the classic Disney princesses when they’re about three, feel the enchantment, and lose the magic by the time they’re eight or nine.  Me, I’m just beginning to feel the Disney touch.  After all, my two sisters weren’t exactly princess freaks; they’d rather play cowboys than Snow White.  And three brothers isn’t a recipe for princess love either.  So me, romantic princess sillyhead, had to get along without Disney’s tales for years. 

But now…. See, I like to act.  If the play I’m in is a based on a movie, I watch it to see what the director is thinking of for my role.  At first, we thought an upcoming play would be Beauty and the Beast, so I saw that for the first time.  Gotta love Belle, with her heart and warmth.  But then the play turned out to be Cinderella.  Another classic I’d never seen, until now.  Poor Cinderelly!  And always that theme of waiting for the  prince, the perfect prince who understands everything, flames with passion, and is, of course, quite handsome in the bargain.  I always regret that we see so little of him, and crane my eyes every time he does show up.  After all, I need a good idea of what my prince should look like! 

Okay, so that’s silly.  But every girl is waiting for her prince, the one prepared for her.  He’ll sweep her up, carry her off, and they’ll both know she waited faithfully, without giving herself to others.  But even if an earthly prince doesn’t come, I have the best prince of all.  He’s so understanding, always knows what I’m thinking.  Every time I’m impatient, waiting for us to truly be together, He sends me a love letter.  And not just love letters—my prince sends me flowers of joy, chocolates of peace, and the most beautiful dresses of love.  He’s always telling me just how much He loves me, and I can’t get enough of him.

        So for now we’re apart, and I long every day to be with Him.  And yet I know I mustn’t waste the time; there’s so much to do!  I want to be beautiful and accomplished, to have many things to please my prince.  So I work hard to prepare, knowing it will all be worth it when we finally dance together.  That dance will be the highlight, the pinnacle, and I can’t wait.

        For now, I dance alone in my room, swirling and spinning with my arms in the air.

But I know, someday soon, my perfect prince will be there, will sweep me up and carry me home.

        I’m waiting.  Come soon!

                                                                                Esther E.