More Pink

A few weeks ago, I went to a women's conference with my beautiful mother. This conference was about telling our life stories through symbolism. The symbolism we used were pieces of fabric on a rope, thus the conference was called "Story Rope." Each piece of fabric represented a certain season of life, a person that hurt or inspired us, a childhood memory...anything we desired or deemed that piece of fabric to be.

I spoke with one of the amazing women at the conference whom I had just met that morning. She told us her life story fabric by fabric...torn and beautiful all at once. I watched as tears filled her eyes when at last she reached the soft piece of pink fabric. By looking at this woman you would not think that she was very "girly" by the way she dressed. Her hair was in a pony tail, she was wearing all black, and it was rainy outside so of course she was dressed as comfortably as possible. As we gently asked why the pink fabric meant so much to her... she confessed these words:

"I have decided that I need more pink in my life." 

This confession was huge for her. Her testimony was incredible in the way that it had unfolded through each fabric... but this one... this one was the most beautiful of all. This fabric represented the discovery of her true identity. She had found that she was a princess, a daughter of the Great King. She admitted that she had a hard time allowing herself to wear pink. Her whole life she wanted to hide who she was... this sweet, precious yet vulnerable little girl. She had put up walls against everyone around her and was afraid of anyone seeing her true heart. She admitted there were days all she wanted to be was a boy.
Then she laughed softly and blushed as she confessed that when she wore pink... she could not hide who she was anymore. All at once it was frightening and yet thrilling. She was finally free.

This is beautiful. This is why I am writing this blog.

It's true, revealing your identity is so scary... but this is what we were born to do. This is why we are here in the first place.

You are not an accident and neither am I.
Be unashamed of your identity in Christ and shout it to the clouds. Together we can move mountains.

Wear pink!