Most women know the panic of unexpected FaceTime. My makeup was making its way off my face, my hair was looking sketch, and my nails are getting raggedy. But one of my friends lives in a remote location, in a completely different time zone, with no internet access. I haven’t seen him for eight years. It was sheer luck that we were online at the same time, and I couldn’t turn down his request.
But I could make slight improvements to my appearance. I ran around my apartment, looking for a brush that could tame my hair, a compact that would even my oily face out, and I attacked my lips with a too-sharp lip pencil. I arranged myself prettily at the desk just in time to accept his call, with a bright smile and a barrage of questions.
I never thought I’d be a woman who fixes her hair and puts on makeup to go to the mailbox. I never thought I would arrange myself just so before taking a picture. But somewhere in my twenties, I realized that I have to be a steward of my beauty as well as my intelligence. God has given each of us a set of talents and gifts, and He doesn’t like it when we discard them. I am irresponsible when I don’t use my intelligence and wisdom–and I am just as irresponsible when I neglect my health, or don’t take care of my physical appearance. Furthermore, I feel better when I am put together.
Of course, my friend didn’t care that my face was 25% less oily than it had been moments before. Instead, we talked about his little piece of paradise, and he showed me the quaint kombucha bar where a band was drumming. We talked about how his blonde hair looked exactly like my last weave. And he tried to get me to ditch civilization and live in the jungle.
I didn’t have the heart tell him that I couldn’t live in the wild because I really, really needed Sephora or Mac counter, and a good hair supplier.