I jokingly say that I'm pretty Irish (which I am), but have Cherokee blood. Not to mention I'm Scottish...and French. Needless to say, the European blood tends to outweigh the Cherokee by a buffalo! So, being Irish, I'm pretty fair with natural pink cheeks that look kinda like I've been slapped instead of kissed by a ray of sunshine. So, I like to find make-up that can blend my skin into one pretty palette and then I can say where the pink will go. Which brings me to Bare Minerals. Did I say I lu-huv them!
With a swish and a puff, I can cover my blemishes pretty darn good, (or is it well?) Anyway, I can look dang good in a matter of minutes. I thought about doing a before and after shot, but you see, I'm already dolled up for the day and I don't want to go re-do. So, maybe another time.
Now, when it comes to packing, all this precious make-up deliciousness goes into one bag. Which goes into another "bathroom" bag to then be packed in the clothing bag. Hubs has a hard time figuring out why I need so many bags. He'll just have to reserve that question for Jesus because Jesus may be the only dude who could explain it well enough to another dude.
My make-up. Ahh, just the sound of it makes me smile. I've often thought if I ever landed on a deserted island like LOST! (which, by the way, is super!) I would definitely need mascara and lipstick...and the bible...and food...and shoes. But, seeing as how I'm not on an island we'll keep it in real time on a real continent with no water around me, save for the puddle in my garden.
I neeeed my make-up. I neeeed to cover those things I find odd, dominant, and ugly. I neeeed my forehead to actually sport eyebrows. I neeeed mascara to make my eyes at least look like they are bigger than peas.
Make-up can cover a host of blemishes. Problem is, they're still there at the end of the day when I take the make-up off. That's why it's called make. up. We make up our face to be something that it isn't naturally all by it's onesie.
Sometimes my toiletry bag in life can be just inches from my mind. I have the amazing ability to go from nearly popping my kids heads clean off to answering the phone in the voice of an angel. I just stuck my hand in my imagionary make-up bag and slapped on "I'm Perfect Powder"!!
What is that? Why do I do that? Why do I make-up some false front? I know, I know, we want to look good and come off like we have it all together.
I'll throw on an "In control face" when I leave the house and struggle to keep it on when my Irish roots are banging at my door to "let me at 'em!"
I was talking to God about those Irish roots and how my quick temper can get the best of me. It's my blemish on my good Godly woman/wife/mom face. I actually told him that it's just my make-up, it's in my blood.
He gently said to me, "May I remind you, I bought you with mine. You have my blood running through your veins now."
Ouch. My "natural" blemished Irish face just got washed in the blood of the Lamb. He reminded me that who I am is now a person filled with the SUPERnatural Spirit who kills my natural self. As long as I let Him operate, it's His face I wear.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a NEW creation; the old has gone, the new has come! 2 Corinthians 6:11
You...are controlled not by the sinful nature, but by the Spirit... Romans 8:9
We don't have to pretend we're something we're not. We can go to him with every blemish and wart and zit and He will give us new, SUPER natural things. We can dump out toiletry bag of "Happy Face Zit Cream", and "I'm Fine! False Eye Lashes." Give Him the "I'm In Control Cover-up stick", and "Super Christian Lip Gloss." Let Him replace all those weaknesses, all those insecurities, all those excuses with His Son!
For those God foreknew, he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son. Romans 8:29
And finally, one of my most favorite verses in the entire B-I-B-L-E
Now, the Lord is Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom. And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.
2 Corinthians 3:17,18
Now, where did I put my lipstick?