Weird post, I know, but this has been on my mind.
Growing up, I hated to play with Barbie dolls. But all my friends--even my sister-- loved playing Barbies. I never knew what to do with them. What is the point? Get them dressed, undressed, ride them around in a plastic car, and go on pretend dates?
I lost one of almost every pair of Barbie's (or Skipper's) miniature shoes. Coordinating their outfits wasn't fun for me. So, my Barbie had to hobble around with one shoe in mismatched clothes as her friends pranced in style.
Sure, I played along, acting like I was having fun, but on the inside, I cringed.
Here's the thing. I wish way back then I'd have had the courage to say, "No, thanks. I'm not playing Barbies anymore. I'm going to go read my book."
Sometimes it takes years to be able to stand alone. To risk being different.
If you're in a situation that doesn't feel right, pray. Maybe God's calling you to say no--this isn't right for me.
Deut. 31:6 "Be strong and courageous.Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you or forsake you.
Lots of love,
Julie
