Sunday, June 28, 2009

haute couture...

In order to be irreplaceable, one must be different--Coco Chanel

It called to me from the coffe table like a Siren at sea. It was if I heard intoxicating songs about French fashion with a Parisian accent as I lifted up the most recent edition of the holy grain of fashion. Yes, it was if Jean Paul Gaultier himself lured me to sea only to die from desire. I flipped through fashion magazines and drooled over dresses that I foolishly believed were going to make me a haute couture woman who spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on garments designed to tailor-fit my waist, hips, and [not so long] legs. The magazine documented waif-like woman on the Parisian runway who stopped and did a little turn on the catwalk... and I was undone! 

In that nanosecond I truly believed that if I put on that dress, I will be the envy of every woman and the desire of every man. Coco Chanel would applaud me and Christian Lacroix would nod at my fashion saavy decision to pair a vintage Valentino piece with a Balenciaga heel. I would bask in my prowess and pride and stand before the world because I had something no one else had: haute couture clothing. A one-of-kind, hand-sewn, pain-stakingly difficult garment made through the blood, sweat, and tears of a little Italian woman hunkered over a pile of priceless material and thread. 

I shut the magazine and I was convicted. The one letter boldly printed on the cover stared back at me in silence as if letting me know W stood for Wanton or Wishing,  but definitely not Wisdom. I'm not a fashionista, I'm not a wealthy heiress, or socialite. But I realized something profound in the glossy pages of a fashion magazine: I am a haute couture woman. I have a one-of-a-kind Savior who has tailor-fit to my soul and has pain-stakingly created a piece of art through blood (Matthew 26:28), sweat (Luke 22:43), and tears (John 11:35). By the avant-garde holes in His wrists and pierced side, He has designed a robe of righteousness for me that no one else could create for me. Yes, I love adorning the exterior, but more importantly than any robe I can put on,  is the fact that the Creator of the Universe lives inside of me. Therefore I am and heiress; an heiress to the kingdom of God (James 2:5). 

Today I will walk down the catwalk of Life sharing my haute couture relationship with my Savior. And if I'm feeling up to it, I may just do a little turn on the catwalk. Why not? 

11 comments:

Mom said...

Did you write this? This is plagarism! Just kidding!

I believe you did write this. You're a fabulous writer. Truly gifted by God... what a great mini devotional for us who are blessed to visit your blog.

I'm blessed and this is SO true of our God.

mama

Diandra Ann said...

Awesome. And so so so true. I can't tell you how many times this has happened to me, and I absolutely LOVe the comparisons you made!!! You're a beautiful girl and a beautiful writer! :) love you!

Anonymous said...

umm...great post BB!! love it!! I give it a AMEN!!!

-j

Anonymous said...

Amazing.. amazing... you made my day, everytime i read your blog there is a message to get for me.. Thank you God for you and for using you as an amazing writer to communicate to us

jackyfigueroa said...

WOW!! You're a trip. You are truly gifted my friend! :)

Julieann said...

AWESOME!!! TOTALLY AWESOME! Thank God for your gift!

Jasmine said...

Remember when mom would make us buy our clothes at thrift stores and Pic-n-Save?! Thank the sweet Lord we've gained a better understanding of clothing...umm, like, it's nice to buy a garment that hasn't been worn before! ;)
Love you!

Bianca said...

Thanks for the love, friends!

@jazzy: Fake it 'til you make it! I still rock my on-sale denim and drive a Honda. I know who I am and where we've come from. Thanks for doing it with me :)

Lydia said...

Amen! And when we get to Heaven, the "robes" we receive will be even better than we could ever dream!

Carrie Krupke said...

I wholeheartedly believe what you say here! My pastor said it well once though, "If the barn needs painting, paint it." Though my mouth dropped when I originally heard it, my husband does appreciate a little make-up now and then! ;)

Quirky Christa said...

I grew up on hand-me-downs from my older female cousins, I can relate to this post all too well :)

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