Modesty

A few months ago I found myself at one of my favorite second-hand clothing stores, specifically for the purpose of updating my maternity wardrobe after finding out another little one was on the way.

Lieutenant John Blanchard stood in Grand Central Station, oblivious to the crowd bustling and scurrying around him. With a racing heart, he fixed his eyes on the big clock towering overhead. It was almost time. At six o’clock, he would meet the girl he thought he loved — but had never met.

Going Through the Bargain BinWhen I was in my teens, a good friend with a knack for thrift store shopping introduced me to the local Value Village and Goodwill stores, with their tantalizing sale racks and bulging bargain bins. And as the old saying goes, it was love at first sight.

“It’s too hard to find anything modest within my budget” “If I didn’t have such long legs, maybe I’d be able to find a skirt that covers my knees.”“Well, at least I’m dressing more modestly than most girls my age.”“But it’s the only top I have that matches my favorite skirt.”“I’m just going to be hanging

At around the age of fourteen, there was one older girl in our church that I looked up to as the epitome of godly femininity. She was tall and elegant, soft-spoken and kind, meek and modest ... at least that’s what I thought. Imagine my dismay then,when I saw her in a rather revealing evening dress. It entirely baffled and confused my understanding of modesty.

The other day in the grocery store, my eye caught a heading on the cover of a popular women’s magazine. It was claiming to have an article revealing all the secrets needed to look your best during the “nearly-naked season” – summer. The world uses summer as an excuse to strip down to the bare essentials and become as sexy and sultry as possible.