Elspeth likes to make me laugh by saying, “how can you be so classy and yet not clutch your pearls”. I dunno about classy… but no, I don’t clutch pearls much.
1) I belong to a non-denomination that doesn’t encourage that kind of thing. I’m probably the most over-dressed person at church most Saturday evenings. I *like* to get gussied up for God, but mostly folks wear jeans. That’s fine. Because I look like a lost apple on a stick when I wear pants doesn’t mean YOU shouldn’t wear pants. We have SO much other stuff to worry about. I really don’t care.
2) I got broken. That’s the long and the short of it. I got broken. Long story with lots of chapters. But my decision to follow Jesus is absolute, has been tested, and was the only way forward. Yes, life is good and sunshiny now. It hasn’t always been. The Cloistered Heart speaks my purpose – because I’ve tried the others and have failed, spectacularly. You want me to go against God? Try another address, you’ll not sell those wares here. I *will* obey Him to the best of my ability. Want to convince me I’m doing it wrong? Chapter and verse and I’ll pray over it. Don’t bother with anything else.
3) I’ve already heard it. I don’t live in the most sheltered place in the universe, and I’m the kind of woman you unburden your heart to. My early 20s, when I got my innocence ripped off (insofar as evil in the universe) was highly unpleasant. I’m in my early 40s now. I’ve heard it. Like as not, I’ve heard worse.
So. Yes, I’m acting like the woman I was raised to be, in many ways. But I had a choice – I’ve had lots of choices, actually. I could have paid lip-service to God and done the Sunday Christian thing. I could have … well, there are a lot of choices in life. This? Who you see? I chose this. It is my honor and my privilege to follow Christ, and I will do so until my last breath.
So don’t mind the sweet smile and the big blue eyes. I’m not going to freak out, I’m not going to clutch my pearls… and I guess that answers your question? :)