Date night with my man, a.k.a my favorite night of the week! I’m in gym shorts and sneakers because we like to hike. Yes, also because they are super comfortable.
But tonight, we decide to go grab some grub for dinner. Remember, I am still rocking gym shorts. I think to myself, “I have to change right? Don’t I need to dress up for my husband? Won’t that make him proud of me? Maybe even ensure that he continues to like me?”
So I timidly ask, “Well, should I change?”
I’m pretty sure I know what his answer is going to be. It will most likely be the same answer he gave me the last 20 times I asked him. I just want to hear it again.
He looks me in the eyes and says in a confident, without a doubt tone of voice, “Don’t change.”
As the world screams, “Change. Put on the skirt. Grab the higher heels. Be better. Don’t forget the lip gloss.” My husband quickly states, “Don’t change.”
His words offer an ounce of healing for my heart lacking the full weight of truth. A heart that has been wounded by the temptation to use my image as a token for love, acceptance, compliment, a glance, whatever I can get.
I hope I can be a woman who chooses to change in the areas that matter most. I want to be a woman who thinks more about changing her heart than changing her hairstyle, house décor or outfit.
I want to change where it matters most.