"Unleashed by Garo" is a little show I found on Hulu. I'm sure it's on some network somewhere, but I'm don't really watch things when they come on... Anyhow, Garo is going to unleash the "true person" through his couture design.
I'm watching him talk to the woman in question; noting the fear and discouragement in her eyes. I mean, I feel a bit fearful every time I walk past the makeup counters in the mall, hoping they won't notice that I forgot to mascara both eyes that day because one of the kids decided to color on the walls and I got distracted. How much more intimidating must it be to meet with someone who designs high fashion clothing for models and celebrities
Anyhow, he promises to unleash the true woman. With some color changes, with a bit of corseting, with a trip to the hairdresser, makeup artist, nail salon and of course, the pièce de résistance, the new dress, her true self will be revealed.
But what happens after the big reveal? Once the dress is carefully removed and placed in the closed, the corset is removed so the love handles can once again hang, the makeup and the rest are washed off in the shower? Has she been lost? Is she once again a being hidden in a brown sweater and jeans, unable to shine?
Lovely clothing does make us feel lovely and perhaps outgoing for a time. And every time I've had a makeover, the folks doing it have been so loving and complimentary, that I felt beautiful and not self-conscious at all. But none of that lasts. The clothing wears out. The makeup washes off. And there I am, back with me...again.
One thing revealed my true inner self. One moment in my life changed me. And it had nothing to do with how I looked...because that never changed. That moment...it was when I realized who I was to God. And I accepted that. And I surrendered to Him. And He filled me.
My anger was erased by his love. My shyness overwhelmed by His beauty. My suicidal thoughts overcome by His healing grace and mercy. I was a new creation, in one second.
And that change is eternal.
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