Jeggings vs. Jesus

Before I created this blog, I'd been thinking about all the different things I wanted to actually blog about.

So, due to the fact that I am consistently forming opinions about how certain clothing pieces should be worn, I figured that blogging about the idea as a whole might be fun for me, and for anyone who might read this.

(I've been told a time or two that I have an eye for when it comes to the way I dress, so I figured that these comments alone have provided me with enough authority to blog).

One trend that has seemingly taken over first this past fall, and has now somehow slowly but subtly found the way over to spring is "Jeggings." I can't decide what part of jeggings I dislike more. The fact that cotton and spandex leggings are pretending to be denim or that the actual word "jegging" is considered as a misspelled word on my spellcheck.

Let's face it. Whenever someone is wearing jeggings, everyone knows she (hopefully a she) is not wearing denim.

There is a difference between jeggings and skinny jeans. Only 1 thing. One is made of denim, the other is not.

I think this is often how women live their lives. Only slightly changing themselves in hopes to live more simply, more comfortably.

The fact that cotton is more comfortable than denim is a known fact. But are these pretend jeans even practical?

I've tried before countless times to slightly alter myself into something I'm really not. I've put on some jeggings (metaphorically) in hopes that I'll continue to be effective for Christ. But before I can comfortably relax, Jesus will remind me of who I really am. Maybe not right away. But he always does. It's hard for anyone to live a life in hopes of being something that they were not perfectly made to be. It's just simply not how God intended it.

So the jeggings come off and the jeans come on.

There are plenty of days where my jeans don't feel right. They're too tight or too loose. They're too big or too small. The zipper will get stuck or will keep coming down.

But at the end of the day, my jeans are real. And jeggings are not.

So to sum up the past few paragraphs:

J.C. = Jeggings CAN'T. Jesus CAN.