bkhatLike other lucky 1980’s Burger King employees, I sported a brown polyester, two-pieced uniform with red and yellow accents.  The accents were a true ketchup red and a confirmed mustard yellow. One can only assume that the brown fabric was supposed to represent the charbroiled all-beef patty.

Later that decade, Bridgeman’s Ice Cream Parlor and Restaurant upscaled me to a print, pinafore-like dress. It was feminine and kinda pretty. But the required hairnet and sensible white nurse’s shoes made me look seriously frumpy.

Oh, well. The tips (and the malts) were good.

Fast-forward to now.  What’s my current occupation? What costume am I wearing? I’m a wife-mom-cook-teacher-laundress-gardener.

I am also a princess.

Looking at me, you’d never guess. But, as a princess, I wear special clothing.

My Dad, the King, made sure from day one (I was adopted) that I was lovingly covered with sufficient garments. I try to seek and wear modest apparel that reflects the holy kingdom of my royal Father.

I want to look unique.

Mysteriously simple, yet humbly regal.

Beautifully odd.

Modestly gentle and boldly meek.

Like a special uniform, everything I wear should clearly proclaim my heritage: I’m a member of the Kingdom.

©  Lisa M. Luciano 😊

 “Likewise also that women should adorn themselves in respectable apparel, with modesty and self-control, not with braided hair and gold or pearls or costly attire, but with what is proper for women who profess godliness—with good works. – 1 Timothy 2:9-10

“May His beauty rest upon me, as I seek the lost to win, and may they forget the channel, seeing only him.”— from the hymn: May the Mind of Christ, My Savior

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