The one thing I will always remember when I think of Rebecca St. James is her song “Wait for Me.” I used to listen to that song constantly on my “I-Want-To-Be-Married-Soon” playlist. Now that I am blissfully married to a darling man (bequeathed the name Rob) and have successfully diversified my taste in music, I think it’s worthwhile to delve back into the mainstream Christian music side of things.
This Aussie beauty is “aussie”ome in more ways than one. To point out the obvious, she writes catchy tunes with heartfelt lyrics about her faith. Another cool thing about her is that she is friends with Joshua Harris. She wrote the foreword to one of my favorite books by Josh, I Kissed Dating Goodbye. That book rocked my world (including my socks) and shook my single mentality to the core. You just have to read it. Rob and I proceeded to read his next book, Boy Meets Girl throughout our courtship. Our affinity for Josh’s dating standards drew us together like a spit high five.
Did I mention that I’ve been on Rebecca’s Myspace top friends for several years now? That may be just a product of big-bang-proportioned randomness, but that sure is quite an honor! I doubt she remembered meeting me at one of her concerts and decided to move “RACHIE” to the top of her Myspace list.
I bookmarked this neat article on CBN’s website where she talked about true beauty:
I have played the comparison game too. This is an embarrassing confession, but once I recall tearing out a magazine ad that pictured a girl standing beside a car. She looked like what I thought I wanted to look like. She had toned arms, a slim figure, and beautiful, full hair. I kept this picture with me to supposedly help me achieve my goal. But I realized pretty quickly that this was only negative, that it was making me feel even more discontented with the unique way God created me. Basically, I was coveting what someone else had—which amounts to breaking one of the Ten Commandments. The other problem with comparing ourselves to other people—especially people in magazines—is that often these images aren’t even realistic. With today’s technology, most pictures are doctored to erase flaws or even shave off inches. And most models weigh less than what is considered healthy for their height.
Aren’t we all guilty of that? Especially with the lack of modest magazines out there, we’ve been forced to look up to women who look and dress a certain way. It’s a struggle to maintain purity in our hearts, minds, and closets. The goal of a la Modest is to help weave beauty and modesty together with fashion. Modesty can be cool. You don’t have to look up to the models that make you want to vomit or the celebrities that make you want to cry because of the way they present themselves. There are some stunning women out there who dress fashionably modestly, and Rebecca St. James is one of them. She is a true beauty and a rare jewel.