Sunday afternoon was hot and muggy and although there was no thunderstorm in sight I slightly wished one would come and wipe out all the humidity that was making the air so thick. I was at a wedding (of two people I barely knew but who attend the sister church of the church I attend in Chiang Mai) and I was melting.
I arrived at the wedding feeling pretty good. I finally got a chance to wear the dress I had bought back in Canada (even though I had to wear a shawl to cover up my shoulders – it’s a tasteful strapless dress but still a strapless) and my hair (done extremely last minute) seemed to look decent as I glanced at myself in the mirror on the way out of my house. I threw on some sunglasses – it was an outdoor wedding after all – and I was off. And feeling somewhat Audrey Hepburn-ish. But did I mention the humidity?
It didn’t take long for me to be sticky with sweat. I’m confident everyone was feeling the same way: grateful that the sun wasn’t blazing down on us but sweating profusely regardless of the position of the sun beginning to set.
Sweaty. Frizzy hair. And I had to eventually take off my sunglasses since it wasn’t really that “sunny” anymore by the time the bride was about to walk down the aisle. So off with my superhero/superstar sunglasses and back on with my normal glasses.
It was like this transformation of dressing up like a movie star was all coming undone with the heavy moisture in the air hitting us all. I went from feeling pretty to feeling… bleh.
The ironic thing about this transformation was that earlier in the day I had met up with a friend and we talked about a book we’ve both been reading. I had just finished “So Long, Insecurity: You’ve Been a Bad Friend to Us” by Beth Moore and my friend was nearly done. While it’s not the most well-written book I’ve ever read, I think the way that Beth communicates what she wants to say is really practical and relevant to her audience who, for the most part, would be female. Beth writes as if she’s talking to a girlfriend of hers: you.
I had just been telling my friend how challenging the message of the book was and how I needed to apply what I’d been reading. The two of us had talked about how hard it is to retrain yourself – though patterns or otherwise – to do or think something other than what you’ve been taught and done/thought your whole life. But oh how we need to.
I find it interesting as I look back now and see the connection between that conversation I’d had with my friend in the morning, and how I was challenged to respond and think differently to how I’d normally think/act while I was dealing with my frizziness and stickiness at the wedding. I responded nearly exactly how I normally would: letting my insecurities get the better of me. But it’s a process, right?!
Looking back at a few of the pics I took at the wedding, I can see something more significant than my frizziness. Much more. I see a community I’ve grown to love. Thank you God for that. For them.
I may still get frizzy hair when it’s humid and I may not look like Audrey Heburn but I am who God created me to be. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are His works, my soul knows that full well (Psalm 139:13-14).
“Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come” (Proverbs 31:25 ESV).