Blonds Have More Fun?

Ah, physical appearances. Man, can they be deceiving. Since this is my blog and I can do what I want with it, I'm going to use myself as an example. Whew....here goes. If God was Santa Clause, I'd ask for a recall on my birthing hips, the fact that I can only see three inches past my nose without my glasses, the cowlicks I wake up in the morning with, and how more often than not I stick my foot in my mouth. I would give it all back to God in a heartbeat. When it comes down to it though, when you look at me, I'd rather you see my heart. The Bible says out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks. And for some reason I've had that verse flitting through my mind lately. I want everything that comes out of my mouth, spoken or written, to glorify God. I want to be known for the actions my heart leads me to do within the context of God's will, not my curly hair or snot green eyes. Yes, my hair is fun, and my eyes are remeniscent of snot, but those are the least important things about me. I want you to see a life that is striving to please God, no matter what that may look like. Growing up I used to wonder what it would be like to be tall and tan and head-turningly beautiful. I think every girl wants to be that when they are growing up. We all want to be cherished and thought lovely. Then the world comes in with its own standards and status quos that we are told to try and measure up to. I never did fit that mold, and I don't think I ever will. And honestly, I'm excited about the fact that I don't fit in. I fit God's mold for me. Allison Deanne Miller. There's only one of me. But I'm His daughter and He lovingly made me, so I'll be a good steward of what He's given me and live my life serving Him and the others He placed around me. I love the fact that God is constantly transforming us. I only hope that I never lose the excitement and wonder of His hand continually shaping me and those I love.

By the way, this photo was LSU's Halloween Carnival. I went as an angel (Who am I kidding?). On the way there, three vehicles honked at me. All of them were of the male persuasion. Apparently that old adage about blonds having more fun might have a ring of truth to it....Nah.