I am created in God’s image. 

Who spoke the universe into its very existence.

Who carefully crafted me while I was in my mother’s womb.

Who continues to have unconditional love for me, even though I am broken.

Broken in my eyes but never in his, for I am covered in the blood of Jesus Christ.

But,

I must dress up.

I must spend hours painting my face and carefully choosing clothes fit for church.

Why do I do this?

Why do I bring myself to tears because I don’t feel like I measure up?

I compare myself to others.

I spend more time worrying about how I look than devoting the day to the Lord.

I feel beaten by society and the stigma that I must wear “church clothes”.

The Lord does not care about my clothes he cares about my heart.

I wish I could wear what I want and instead devote my entire attention to God and not to society’s pressures.