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J.T.’s Footwear

I enjoyed last night’s Super Bowl but was distracted by Justin Timberlake’s footwear. I like Justin Timberlake and believe he is a very gifted true artist. I’ve watched him grow up from his Mickey Mouse Club days to N Sync to his very cool current status. I especially love it when he performs with Chris Stapleton.

J.T. wore a nice pair of comfy white tennis shoes and they distracted me because I was picturing all the female artists who do all the same moves on 5 inch heels. As long as men get to wear shoes like that while women don’t, I’m going to claim that the world is not yet just.

Men get to wear comfortable undergarments, boxer type swimsuits and flat shoes. For some reason, they have no make up expectations, very few hair worries and only have to shave their faces.  The only thing I can see that might cause them discomfort is a necktie and they have control over how that feels. They don’t wear Spanx that I know of.

A couple of weeks ago, while shopping for a black tie event, I saw that they now have Spanx for arms. I nearly collapsed in despair right there in front of the display. A very rich woman named Sara invented Spanx and I have bought plenty and been quite grateful for their power to spare people of my lumps and bumps. But arm Spanx? No.

Is it not enough that we are smashing our thighs, tummies and rear ends into submission? Now, our arms too?

I can just picture us in all our Spanx, falling off our 5 inch heels, our carcasses exploding out of our Spanx like busted cans of Southern Style biscuits, while we lay there mumbling, “This is not the look I was going for.”

So today, I say no. If J.T. gets to wear comfy tennis shoes while dancing, so do we.

When my baby grandson was born, I had a ringside seat. I am freshly aware that he came into this world shoeless, Spanx-less, perfect, 100% fearfully and wonderfully made.

Scripture reminds us that we are created in God’s image, all of us, male and female. (Genesis 1:27)

We are enough just as we are. We are good. We reflect the divine. Maybe it is time to dress like we believe it.

Dr. Cindy Ryan is a pastor, writer, wife, mother of three, Mimosa to Keller and breast cancer survivor. Today she is wearing comfy tennis shoes and no Spanx. You can hear her speak this week at The Well event for women on Thursday evening, February 8 at First UMC, Grapevine, Texas. Meal tickets are sold out but program-only tickets are available for $15 all week at http://www.fumcg.org/cindyryan.              

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Gratitude 2.0

Last week, on one of my days off, I took a little extra time to journal all I was grateful for, I’d listed my health, my family, friends, having a meaningful job to do and our church family when I heard a huge bang, followed by a sizzle and then we lost all power.

Suddenly, there I was with no lights, no air, no ceiling fan (it was still hot in Texas last week), no computer or internet and no hot coffee in the coffee pot.  It was time to re-group.  I decided it would be a great time to get a few things done off the to-do list.  Laundry? No, you need power for that.  Shower? A shower was possible but how do you do make up in the dark or hair without a blow dryer or curling iron? I could catch up on emails. Not without power.  Maybe I should just run errands, I thought.  No, wait, can’t even get out of the garage without my electric door opener.  Yes, I know there’s a way to do it manually but it was pitch black in the garage with no power so I gave up.

So, by default, I headed to the back patio with my journal and re-visited the gratitude list.  There, I realized my gratitude had not gone deep enough.  I needed to take it to a whole new level.  I had not even thought about all the basics and amenities I enjoy every day like electricity, lights and power or for that matter clean, running hot and cold water or that I have plenty of food in the pantry, freezer and refrigerator.  I had not thought to list our home and all the comforts I enjoy here.

When I was going through the hardest part of cancer treatment three years ago, one of the ways I coped was by trying to stay in the moment and by listing daily all I had to be grateful for.  Last week’s power outage reminded me again how important gratitude is.  I just need to regularly take it to the next level.