My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

Funhouses, Spanx, and Armor

I was getting dressed for the party and my closet felt like a fun house. I didn’t know what hanger to pick up. Every item looked one way and then I put it on.

The fabric pushed against my flesh, but it felt more like it was cutting into my soul. I wonder when someone will master something like Spanx for the heart. How could a simple piece of clothing have so much power over me?


Sometimes the lies are relentless. They shake me to my core and bring tears to my eyes.


  • you’re too fat
  • you’re ugly
  • you can’t wear that

echoes deep into the caverns in my heart. The silent whispers shake the walls and rattle the pictures of truth that hang there. I often wonder when the truths will be stronger than the abyss.

If this world is a battle and my heart is the conquest, Satan will use anything he can to destroy it. Even a piece of clothing.

But I have forgotten to put something on. It doesn’t hang in my closet or reside in my drawer. I’ve forgotten my armor.

I often think of the armor of God for going into battle. Big, deep, spiritual wars. The kind that have the potential to leave you bloody and destroyed.

I forget that the battle rages for my heart and clothes can be cannons and insecurities can be arrows.

Cannons and arrows cannot reach my heart when I put on the armor.

My helmet reminds me that I am His, saved for all eternity.

My breastplate guards my very core as I have been made free from guilt or sin.

My belt is the truth that I am His beautiful creation.

My shoes bring peace wherever I go.

My shield defends me from all attacks with the faith I have in Him.

My sword is wielded with the power that only His Spirit can bring.

Maybe God never intended for me to put on something to smooth all of my rough edges and contain all of my wobbly pieces. Maybe God wanted something so much better for me, I just have to put it on.

Linking hope today with Holley Gerth and Jennifer Dukes Lee.

About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

3 Replies

  1. I think all of us have been in the funhouse at one time or another. I love the way you share this experience. I literally have days that I feel like most of my closet ends up spread out on my bed in disgust. I’ve. Been. There. It’s these lies, not the mirror that cut long after the funhouse moment ends. Love the Truth you shared. Thank you. What an inspiring read.

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thanks Bethany. Isn’t it good to know we’re not alone at least 🙂

  2. Spanx for the heart. Great concept!
    You are right, we just have to put on what God prepared for us.

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