So how much is *too* much?

Once upon a time the story went something like: Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame.(Genesis 2:25)

But THEN, the tune changed a bit: Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.

(Genesis 3:6-8)

I'm attempting to tackle a nasty subject. One most people avoid, because even in the Christian community, it causes some controversy.

Right now, I feel like God has my convictions under construction. He's showing me ones that need work, making me question why I have others, and stabilizing ones that really matter. All that to say is, modesty, clothing, and style is probably one of the biggest ones I'm thinking through right now. I currently wear jeans, and have no real issue with it. But it's something I'm willing to sacrifice should God ask me to.

On the brink of summer we stand. The season for shorts, flip-flops, and skirts. As we move into the season of swimming, I wonder to myself, and now on the internet, how much skin is simply too much skin? It seems that every year, shirts get lower, and shorts get shorter. Girls clothing pushes the limit more and more with every summer. It's like the thought pattern of designers is "How close can we get to the 'line', maybe even play on the line, and still not cross the line? How little material can we use to make something and call it 'clothes'? " And that's incredibly irritating for someone who's trying really hard to dress modestly.

This sight is incredibly helpful for knowing how Christian guys think. (over to the right you can pick what age results you want to see, and also choose home-, public or private schooled responses) however, even among the "like-minded", opinions can differ greatly. I sometimes just wonder if I'm being too legalistic, or too liberal in my choices of clothing.

Oh...the twisting of conviction shaping. I can't wait till I can share, solid on how I feel about everything. But, I don't. I will state how I feel about something, and the most dreaded question when I do is, "Why?" I am thankful for parents who have set such a good example. I spring most of my convictions from theirs, and am now finding why I want them to be my own as well. Its just a journey. Not always fun, but they're the things that grow us :)

~MadaLee