I once wrote in a Facebook status that sometimes folks ask my daughter “Did you dress yourself?” and I have to sheepishly admit that no, in fact, I picked those clothes out for her. My colorblind husband has always been half horrified and half amazed at my rainbow wardrobe and more than once my style has been described as “Punky Brewster” like.
I am delightfully tacky at times.
You might say it’s part of my identity. I don’t know what I’d do if I was sentenced to a lifetime of drab grays as a wardrobe. I spent the majority of my twenties in a banana yellow cardigan and have a love affair with red shoes in my thirties.
Maybe it’s my artist’s bent, but I know some would look side-eyed at it and tell me it’s in poor taste to mix the rainbow all in one outfit. After a lifetime of crazy hats and colorful cardigans as well as colorful living over continents and callings, I think I’ve come a place of comfortableness with this part of me. I’ve been mulling over something Rich Mullins said in a concert shortly before he died. He quoted Picasso as saying “Good taste is the enemy of great art.”
Our lives overseas and on foreign fields from jungles to Jakarta and everywhere in between can find us doing things that are less than savory and more than a little bit tasteless. Try goat intestine soup in the Liberian bush and then get back to me about what defines “taste”. It can be easy to feel like who we are is too much or not enough or a crazy mix of in-between.
Those of us traveling this globe are a messy sort of people. We are elbows on the table, squatty potties and hands as spoons sort of folks. Our lives have broken every rule of Western etiquette and can at times seem anything but refined save the array of stamps in our passports. The dirt in our veins and under our nails paints our skin and our souls and it can feel like standing out for all the wrong reasons. Stop me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think I am.
I believe God is making something out of us. We are colorful and we are art and above all we are His. This isn’t a post about just being who you are because any women’s empowerment magazine can write that. It’s a post about believing who you are isn’t an affront to God. If God designed you for a purpose and you’re living that thing out then be that unapologetically. Pursue Godliness and believe when God made you from your head to your toe He deemed it to be good.
The tastemakers of the world will never “get” what it is we are trying to do, but we serve a God who is not terribly concerned with the world’s agendas. He is supremely concerned with His glory and I believe the way He designed you, whether it be with sleek modern lines or Jackson Pollock-esque splashes of color, then He did it well and desires all of that to converge in your life in a way that makes much of Him.
We are also women who are prone to striving. We’re prone to taking what we have and strong arming it into something. The problem is God isn’t looking to us to make anything happen. He’s only ever wanting our full dependence on Him to take the little we have and to make exponentially more of our little.
I mentioned a concert by the late Rich Mullins earlier in this post. I’ve been watching it again and again. That is in part for my daughter’s new found love of his music (which I adore because I’ve been a fan for ages) and because the words he says in between songs seem almost as important as the words that comprise the song itself.
Give it a listen and be inspired by what Rich has to say, “…God ain’t got no taste.” Don’t be afraid of our “wild man” God. Simply be wild and free for Him. If you are reading this in an email, watch here.
How did God speak to in this song?