Sunday, June 1, 2014

Picture Barbies

Growing up, my childhood was fairly simple and carefree. As in most families, we had the basics of life: clothing, food, shelter…pretty much the necessities. But there was one thing my sister and I longed for early in our childhood that wasn’t on the “necessity” list.

Barbies. Yes, good old-fashioned Barbie dolls.

So not to be disappointed, my sister, Annette and I used our creativity by doing what we thought most 6 and 8 year olds would do. We used our older sister, Becci’s, friends’ school pictures as our “Barbie” dolls. Besides, what else were those little 3x4 black and whites good for, right?

Becci had loads of beautiful girlfriends, so we always had our choice of fashionable pretend Barbies. But in the male “Ken” department…the 3x4 pick of what we called handsome was desperately lacking. There was one picture in particular that was awkwardly squirrelly. And being the youngest, I always ended up with Mr. Squirrely as my “Ken” doll. But all-in-all, it was great fun.

Well, time passed, and it wasn’t long before Mom purchased us “real” Barbies. My sister and I were so excited. Even though we enjoyed our pretend dolls, we didn’t hesitate tossing the 3x4s to the side for the real thing. Especially Mr. Squirrely, in exchange for a handsome Ken doll!

Have you ever pretended, like me, about something you wanted differently in your life? I would imagine most of us have at one time or another.

But the great thing is, we have a God who loves us and desires to give us THE real thing—peace, compassion, joy…and so much more. He always has something better.

So whether it be a 3x4 picture Barbie—even a Mr. Squirrely—let me assure you, nothing can take the place of the Real Thing. And it begins with a relationship with Him.

2 comments:

  1. You are so right, Jacque! I always get so much to think about from your blog.
    When I was at the Barbie age, she had not been born yet, or Ken either. My girl friend from next door and I used the Montgomery Ward and Sears catalogs to build our paper doll families, and many hours were spent together having these friends spread out all over my mother's front room rug in their "houses" with all their catalog furniture. I think that's where I first developed my skills for drama, just talking back and forth with her as the paper people. There were some squirrely looking guys in those catalogs, too! I talk back and forth now with God just as I did with those paper dolls so long ago. The relationship with Him helps me figure out life and things that I should do!

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  2. Good for you, Judy!!! Imagination springs from the soul and keeps us alive and kickin'! :) Thanks so much for your kind words!

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