So, I’m at my favorite store in the world, Target, today, in my Monday attire … workout shorts, t-shirt, and tennie shoes. My hair was in a lovely (shiny from that natural conditioner … oil) ponytail. No make-up. And, of course, the ol’ glasses.

I think it is an unwritten rule that if you do dare to leave your house and galavant around town in such an ensemble, you WILL, without a doubt see someone you don’t want to see.
Well, it happened to me once again today (or yesterday depending on when I post this or you read it).
Remember how I told you that I’m kind of in charge of the women’s ministry at our church? And let me tell you, I’ve been workin’ like a dog just to get my thoughts and plans together for the remainder of the year and next year. One of my ideas was to meet with some other women’s ministry directors in the area that have a successful women’s ministry and get some ideas from then and learn what made them successful.
Well, just so happens, one of those women was in the produce section at Target at the same time as me. What a great opportunity this would be for me. 
Oh, wait. I look like something the cat drug in. I started silently praying, “Please, God, don’t let her recognize me. Please.”
I immediately headed over to the deli area to get my mesquite smoked turkey breast, trying to totally face in the opposite direction. And, I could still see her out of the corner of my eye getting closer and closer. Hurry up, deli lady!
Oh, and did I mention, she looked, of course, super cute. Hair done. Make-up on. Stylish jeans and shirt with cute little flats. I noticed this in just the split-second that I saw her.
Finally, I grabbed my turkey and headed in the other total opposite direction. Finally, I escaped her glance when I hit the dairy section, but, constantly, looked over my shoulder, until I was free and clear headed away from the check-out.
I asked the Lord if He expected me to always be fixed up. Would I be setting a bad example to women with my homely appearance? I’m serious.
There are some women that put on their make-up first thing in the morning, even if they’re not going anywhere. I’ve heard it taught that this makes a woman “feel good,” and you should always look good for your husband.
Sure, I feel better when I look good. Everyone does. But, honestly, there are days I don’t care and I don’t have time for that. I’m OK with that and my hubby doesn’t care if I wear make-up or fix myself up. He loves me just the way I am. So, I figure if he does, then I know, God does.
Kinda reminds me of this amazing ad from Dove. I love it. It speaks volumes.
I love this version from The Message : Psalm 139:13-16

13-16 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.