The Flapper Beads

A couple of weeks ago, my sweet Aunt Laurie gave me a couple of pairs of flapper beads that one of her clients gave to her when she sold her house (my aunt’s a real estate agent). Well, being so infatuated with the 20s, I have worn these treasures every chance that I have had. It’s just kind of neat to wear a piece of history like that, plus they’re cute.

As I was having an emotional breakdown this morning (while wearing the flapper beads), I started thinking about how hard it must have been to be a flapper. They were the radicals in society. The bucked the status quo, and faced all sorts of troubles because they were trying to be different from everyone else. I began to realize that those women were extremely strong. They knew what they wanted and what sort of people that they wanted to be, and they dove in head first.

I now feel empowered by the flapper beads. While I’m not trying to be edgy or push the envelope in a more conservative society (which has turned more liberal today), I am trying, just as the flappers did, to be different. I’m trying to stand up for my beliefs in this crazy world. It’s hard most of the time, and it has cost me any hope of fitting in or being liked by everyone, but I don’t really care. I don’t want to be someone who fits in in our corrupted society. I desire, wholeheartedly, to shine. I want to be who God has created me to be.

This is what that looks like for me (It might not look like this for everyone. These are my personal convictions, and I don’t want to shove them down anyone’s throat.):

1) Dressing modestly.

2) Not cursing.

3) Remaining pure.

4) Being a girl who prays and seeks God’s face.

5) (This is a constant struggle) Bringing honor to everyone.

6) (This is the absolute hardest one for me) Not relying on a guy to give me self-worth.

I am in no way perfect. I am just another girl who is trying her best to be the kind of girl that God desires for me to be. As long as I am on this earth, I want to try to honor the Lord in everything that I do.

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