Once I said yes to the makeover and made the arrangements I knew there was no turning back. The time frame I set was short and gave no opportunity to chicken out. I got to work.
First I went through my wardrobe and at Jill’s direction I weeded out anything that didn’t fit me, was outdated, tired or worn, and anything that didn’t make me feel great when I wore it. Since I’d already cut back my clothes to prepare for a move I only came up with a few items. I was feeling good.
Then Jill sent me paperwork. The first batch was general information about what she does and how she goes about it. I read it all and felt reassured that this kind lady was also a valid professional. The forms she sent next asked questions about my preferences and goals. They were not so easy to read . . . and fill out.
Of course it made sense she had to know what I was hoping to accomplish, what things I felt I needed, liked, and wanted in my wardrobe, where I shopped and how I felt about shopping, and more. It was just that it was all a bit much for me to decipher a lifetime of infrequent bursts of interest in clothes, makeup, and the like. I’m a writer, but even we have our limits.
I’ll save us all some time by telling you my preparations took a second set of forms, a Skype visit, and a photo array of every item I was confused about. (Thank you to my friend Bobbie for being my photographer.) I knew it was beyond the usual process and I felt like a hard case in spite of the encouragement Jill showered over me.
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And this is where I got the inkling that my New Look was going to take me beyond makeup and clothes . . . way beyond. It was going to take me deeper than physical appearance and farther than a mirror. And I hadn’t even been to one store yet.
I don’t mind reporting that I had to cozy up close to my God to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I had to continually remind myself of how He pulled the details together to confirm He’d opened the door. I only needed to step through it.
Has that ever happened to you?
Have you gotten down the street or around a corner and wondered what you were doing? How you’d get to your destination? Why you set out in the first place?
What do you do when those questions strike?
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Asking the Lord who equipped me to do the same for you,