In October of 2013, I was six months into a great relationship and didn’t have a care in the world. I enjoyed life as a college student and reveled in the freedom that was my everyday. From daily hikes in the expansive wilderness, to spending every evening with friends. My life was mine…or so I thought.
But you belong to God, my dear children. You have already won a victory over those people, because the Spirit who lives in you is greater than the spirit who lives in the world. -1 John 4:4
It was one night when I was actually in my room alone that God put on my heart my great deeds of immodesty. Shamefacedly I say, I was one of the guys in marching band. From stripping down to shorts and a bra in bright daylight in public, to burping, cussing and joking with the rest of them. I was on a steady path to become engrossed in sin against the Lord. But He knew. And He loved me. So He corrected me like a loving Father.
So one night in my room, I felt God pushing me to wear skirts and skirts only from the next day forth. I’ll tell you it was a shocker. Me? The tomboy? The one who always gets along with the guys? Who’s considered one of the guys?! Surely not!
But the next day, I pulled from my meager supply of extremely thin summer skirts that just hit my knees. And I went to class.
Oh, if you could know of the stares I got that day! The crude comments from my friends, and the ridicule that was to follow for the next few months. Even my family thought I had gone crazy. My mother thought I was going through an “adolescent phase” but after a few months of my “antics” my family and friends accepted the inevitable and moved on.
From there, it became a conversation starter with strangers. When they would see me at the college pool in my swimsuit or walking through a snowstorm in a skirt. I was able to tell people all over campus about Jesus and the love He had for myself and them.
Four years later…
Everyone who knows me knows of my love of skirts. I’ve mastered doing just about everything in a skirt, from horseback riding, hanging out on my friends’ farms, and everyday tasks. I definitely have defined my own sort of style that is feminine, yet plain, simple and practical…just like I like it.
My wardrobe mainly consists of denim, lace, plaid and rain boots, but as of late I find myself maturing in my wardrobe choices and picking things that a married woman would wear, compared to that of a college student. It’s a slow process in my fashion choices, but eventually I’ll get there. *smile* Suffice to say, my style has mellowed out as my personality has.
But one of the most meaningful things that I’ve gained upon this modesty journey, is wisdom and discernment from the Lord. No longer am I quick to judge another as I first was when I was in my “I am holier than thou” stage, and no longer do I feel the need to flaunt my beauty. Instead, I find myself reaching out to others gently and kindly from woman to woman. I find myself talking about my modesty less, and talking about them more. I find myself content with my beauty (despite what I’ve been through, which I’m going to be honest, added a lot of weight to me, and for a while I was really shy about it…but that’s another story.)
I’ve learned that we’re all people, and just like people come in all shapes and sizes, so does modesty. To God, it’s not about the right standards, but about the motives of your heart.
To God, it’s not about the right standards, but about the motives of your heart.
Looking back on what God has done for me, just when it comes to my wardrobe, and how that’s changed my heart, then I know God is going to do even more amazing things in my life.
If you’re looking to start your modesty journey, I encourage you to read this post here. There are plenty of groups on Facebook that talk about Biblical modesty (like this one) and you can find support and encouragement on your modest journey.