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When Jackson was little, he was always dressed to the nines. He had more pairs of shoes than me as an infant. Why do infants need shoes, anyway. I will say, little baby feet are the cutest and even more adorable in little shoes. I had to have the cute diaper bag. His stroller fit the plaid Graco trend that was hot in the mid-2000s. It mattered. I don't know why, but it did. By the third kid, not so much.

The younger boys had their country fair the other day. I asked them if they wanted to dress in western wear. Here is how the conversation went...

Me: Boys, do you want to wear cowboy clothes for your country fair?

Boys: What does that mean?

Me: A button up plaid shirt and jeans.

Boys: (with a look of disdain) Ummm...no. That's okay.

My boys don't do button up shirts. Jeans? You would think I asked them to wear pants made of needles so those are out, too. They would rather where athletic shorts and flip flops; the youngest in a long sleeved shirt to top off the fashion trend. If this were my first born, he would probably have worn cowboy boots and a bandanna with his jeans and plaid shirt. Partly because I think it's adorable and partly to conform. It's a country fair for goodness sakes. We WILL wear the proper attire.

"Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will." Romans 12:2

I like that my kids don't care about some stuff; that what they wear doesn't matter much to them. They have no desire to conform and I like that. It is empowering. I wish I could be more like that: not care what people think when I don't conform.

God calls us not to conform. It's no secret in the Bible that we aren't supposed to fit into this world. Love this world? Yes! Fit in? Not necessarily.

I wonder how much healthier we would be if we wouldn't be so concerned with fitting in and a little more confident in our non-conformity. I honestly believe a lot of our issues stem from wanting to conform and fit in and not being able to. We weren't built to conform. We were made to stand out in our uniqueness to bring beauty, grace, and goodness to this world.

My prayer for me, for my kids, for my friends, and for you is that we all choose to wear our athletic shorts when everyone else is wearing cowboy boots. Why conform. It's much more fun to go rogue and be exactly who we are created to be. Be a rebel. Run from conformity.

Don't be afraid to wear those athletic shorts!

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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