Perfect Harmony of Color

Connecting Through Fashion | November 14, 2014

“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made: your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:14

I’m a bit of a girly girl, I love clothes and shopping for them. My friends are laughing now at the “bit” part. Okay, so I’m really girly. (Please, don’t stop reading if you are not. I promise I will not tell you that all females should wear pink, ruffled dresses.) One of my favorite parts of getting ready to sing or speak is picking out what I am going to wear.

My daughter, Kaitlyn, has watched this process for years. Just recently, she has really started to have an interest in clothes. This makes me so happy! Up until this year, she hated to shop. For this very reason, if I did not have such a vivid memory of her birth, I would not have believed she was my child.

A couple of weeks ago, as I stood in front of the mirror one last time before I left to sing, I could see Kaitlyn out of the corner of my eye checking my outfit. In her hands was my favorite fashion book that she had read this summer. I was secretly doing cartwheels in my head and fighting back tears of joy, as she looked back and forth between my clothes and the book. She was checking every piece to see if it fell within the recommendations. Thankfully, I passed, and we were off to the concert.

A while back, I came across a picture from a concert when Kaitlyn would have been a toddler. (There’s an example of the “mom timeline” if I ever saw one!) The outfit I was wearing most definitely would NOT have passed! It’s not that the outfit was bad really, but it was that I looked so washed out. I have fair skin, so that had been the story of my life until I found the book Kaitlyn was holding.

I ran across the book about 4 years ago, and it reshaped everything I had learned in school about fashion. The book has since been revised and is called Help Me Jesus, I Have Nothing to Wear by Shari Braendel. It opened my eyes to see unique beauty in how God created human bodies that I had never noticed before. Each person is given a combination of hair, eye and skin coloring that works in perfect harmony together. In her book, Shari Braendel defines the 6 dominant color categories: Light, Deep, Soft, Clear, Warm or Cool.

It was amazing to realize that God created these hair/eye/skin combinations to work so well together with each one being beautiful in its own way. I couldn’t believe I had failed to see that for years. Instead of setting my standard of beautiful by God, I had set my standard by the media. When I was growing up, Hollywood and fashion magazines mostly showed blond hair and tan skin, of which I have neither.

I compared myself to the model in the magazines, and in turn, I never really liked my dark hair and light skin. I felt I wasn’t pretty, since I didn’t have “the look” the media was selling. For years, I tried to get what they called a beautiful, “sun-kissed glow”, but mostly, I came away with a sunburn! I used peroxide-based products to lighten my hair in college. And later, when my gray hair was out of control, I got blonde highlights to cover it.

After reading Shari Braendel’s book, I learned that I had been working against what God had given me. In trying to change what I didn’t like, I messed with what worked. Not only did I mess up how my hair/eye/skin colors worked together, but I wasn’t always choosing the right colors to wear either. Each color category has suggested colors to wear that are complementary to that category’s features. This is where I went so wrong in that old concert photo. The color of the jacket was all wrong for me. Instead of making my skin look radiant, it drained my color and made me look washed out. Not only that, but when I look at the picture, all I see at first is the jacket. It was a cool jacket, but that’s not what I want people to notice first.

The idea behind wearing the right colors is to draw attention to the face first, especially the eyes, not the clothes. When I discovered my coloring (I’m a Clear), I decided to try all of the recommendations as an experiment of my own to see if anyone noticed. Oh my, I could not believe the compliments I got as a result! (Turns out God really did know what He was doing when He gave me my “high-contrast” coloring!)

I started with asking Elise, my hairstylist, to color my hair back to my natural color, and I adjusted my eye make-up too. From there, I went through my closet and took out the things that weren’t a good color for me and gave them to my friends who could wear them well. It’s funny, as I made the pile to give away, I noticed a lot of them fell into the Soft and Warm categories. (Shari Braendel has color swatches with recommended colors for each category.) Some things were hard to part with, but in the end, they looked so much better on my friends!

It’s been so fun to see how Kaitlyn uses these tools when she picks her outfits now too. She is doing such a good job flattering her God-given beauty. I wish I would have known that at her age. It would have saved me a lot of struggle in loving myself back then. I spent way too long comparing myself to the beauty of others, instead of seeing the beauty that God had given me.

“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made: your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:14

As the years go by, I grow more and more comfortable in my own skin. Now, I see how wonderful His works are, not only in others, but in me too. It’s amazing how something as small as discovering my personal coloring could give me a new perspective and insight into how wonderful God is. I’m thrilled that my daughter is discovering that at her young age.

The media of our world today is even more brutal in scrutinizing the female body, always selling the next “in” thing and often suggesting much more dangerous and permanent fixes than peroxide. It’s sad and makes me mad, because what they are really selling is insecurity. I know, because I bought into it for way too long. That’s why I am passionate about helping women and girls open their eyes to see the beauty in what God gave them. His works are “wonderful” and every woman and girl should know that “full well”!

God made you beautiful, Girlfriend! Don’t let the world tell you otherwise. Seek Him, His standard of beautiful and the unique beauty He has given you. (Discover Your Coloring)

There is so much more to dressing to flatter all the beauty God has given, so look for that in future Fashion blog posts. For now, if you would like to know more, see my Fashion page or leave a comment. You can also check out my Pinterest account to see examples of how to dress for your coloring and body style.

Taunya

November 14, 2014 by Taunya Todd Leave a Commment · No Comments

I have things to do, there’s no time to be still!

Connecting Through Word | November 5, 2014

“Be still, and know that I am God!” Psalm 46:10

Forgive me for not posting last week. I ended up with the stomach flu. I don’t like when I can’t do what’s on my list. I had to back out of things I had been looking forward to for a long time: time with dear friends, pictures of my kids in their costumes, preparations for upcoming events, and the first Fashion post (coming soon).

As I lay in my bed too weak to do anything else, I thought back to a time when I was in a similar situation. It was five years ago, nearly to the very day, in 2009. Only, I wasn’t at home. I was in a hospital bed surrounded by strange machines and monitors. Tiny plastic tubes connected me to each piece of equipment, confined me to my bed, and reminded me that nothing on my to-do list was going to get done anytime soon.

My to-do list at that time was very long. My calendar was full, with never enough time in the days, and I was stressed. It had become my nature to be a people pleaser and say yes to nearly everything that seemed like a good idea or coming up with ideas of my own. Needless to say, I didn’t have time to be in the hospital.

But there I was with all the tubes. My least favorite of all, the NG tube (Nasogastric Intubation), rubbed and burned my nose and throat and made it hard to talk. I was hardly recognizable with most of my face covered in tape to keep the tube in place. The other tubes were for monitoring my stats and administering fluids with pain medication.

Tests had found the source of the pain in my abdomen, but there was no diagnosis as to why yet. My mind was reeling with all the possible diagnoses including cancer and Crohn’s disease. I was also worried as to how I was going to fulfill all of my obligations when I was in the hospital. Most of the things I had going on didn’t have a back-up leader. I was hoping the doctors would find a diagnosis quickly, give me the medication to get rid of it, and get me out the door because I had stuff to do!

“Be still, and know that I am God!” (Psalm 46:10)

“What? Be still? I have things to do, there’s no time to be still!” I thought.

This is how the silent conversation with God went in my head. Silly me, thinking I could argue with God. He had been trying to get me to be still for quite some time, and I had ignored Him. I thought since what I was doing was all good and mostly for His service that it would be okay. When I found some time in my schedule, I would “be still” then. But, He knew where all my busyness was leading me, and He tried to warn me. I was too busy to notice, and the noise of my crazy life drowned out His voice.

Now I was lying in a hospital bed with no choice but to be still. I could only give credit to God for the private room I received, but never asked for. It was just what a busy mama of three little ones needed. For days, I lay in that bed with the door shut to the world outside in stillness and relative quiet. I prayed, I thought, and I listened to the local Christian radio station. The hospital staff would comment on how peaceful it was in my room. It was peaceful, and I was very grateful for it.

After a few days, I got a visit from the senior pastor at my church. He sat casually in one of the plastic chairs at the foot of my bed, wearing a baseball cap. We chatted for a while, and then, he asked me if I had heard what God was trying to tell me through all of this.

I paused for a second, and said, “I don’t know…but I’m waiting.”

I remember feeling confident that God was trying to speak through my circumstances. I had not gotten the message yet, but I knew it was coming. I hadn’t been obedient in being still to hear Him when busyness was leading to my drastic decline in health. But now, I was ready to honor Him and wait.

“Be still, and know that I am God! I will be honored by every nation. I will be honored throughout the world. The Lord of Heaven’s Armies is here among us; the God of Israel is our fortress.” Psalm 46:10-11

While I was in the hospital, I realized how weak and powerless I was to change anything that was happening. All I could do and needed to do was to be still and know He is God. He was fighting the battles I could not fight, including the most obvious at the time, the battle for my health.

This past week, as I lay in my own bed weakened by the flu, I thought of all I was missing out on and needing to accomplish on my to-do list.

I once again heard, “Be still, and know that I am God!” (Psalm 46:10)

Instead of stressing out, I surrendered my to-do list and calendar to the Lord and prayed for God to fight the battles I could not see. I sensed His peace through my circumstances and slept for two days. I’m obviously a work in progress when it comes to busyness, but I’m learning to know His voice when He’s asking me to be still. Now I respond in obedience much quicker these days. I don’t always know why He is leading me to be still, but I know He’s in control and in that I find peace.

Taunya

November 5, 2014 by Taunya Todd Leave a Commment · No Comments

Song Backstory: Pickin’ Up the Pieces

Connecting Through Music | October 20, 2014

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3 NASB

Pickin’ Up The Pieces was a song I started writing several years ago when my kids were very little. (That’s such a mom thing to say. I’m sure if I really think about it, I could remember the exact year, but to do that, I would still have to base it on how old my kids were at the time!) The words first started to come on my way home from a visit to Iowa, where I grew up. I carry a small recording device with me for moments of inspiration, and as the kids slept in the back of the mini-van, I began to sing the lines as they came, little by little.

I was driving on I-94 just west of the Twin Cities, and it was starting to rain, which seemed fitting for how I was feeling. The trip had been emotionally draining from a difficult conversation with a friend. My heart was aching, and I was trying to process all that had been said. The sky was filled with gray clouds, and as the rain poured down, so did the tears from my eyes.

The words continued on from the heart of a stay-at-home-mom struggling with chronic pain and depression. It was a very gray time in my life. I lacked the energy to live my life the way I had planned, and as a result, it felt like everything around me was falling apart. I was feeling like someone had scooped up the puzzle I was working on, tossed it in the box, and shook it

When I think about it, I guess someone did. God used that difficult time in my life to shake me up and remind me that He held the key to the puzzle. If I would just surrender the pieces to Him, He could put them together to create a wonderful masterpiece. For so long, I had been trying to control how the pieces in my life went together, forcing some to fit where they didn’t, and failing to look for direction when I was stuck. And I was stuck. I was stuck between the joyous time of raising our little ones and the pit of despair. I knew where I wanted to be and where I didn’t, but I wasn’t able to move.

I had always dreamed of getting married and becoming a mom; I wanted two kids, a boy and a girl. I was living the dream plus a bonus when my husband, Steve, and I had three children. My oldest son, Tyler, came in 2000 and then the twins, Shane and Kaitlyn, came in 2003.

As you can imagine, I was a busy mama with three kids under the age of 3. I always felt tired, and I struggled with stomach pain. As much fun as the kids were, I was so worn down physically that it began to affect me emotionally. (The crazy long Minnesota winters were no help for my mood either!) I would retreat to my bed as often as I could to sleep away the exhaustion, physical pain, and looming depression.

This went on as the kids grew and was a constant wedge in my marriage. When I was sleeping, things weren’t getting done around that house, and Steve had to take care of the kids, which meant he couldn’t get things done outside either. As the frustration grew, walls built up between my husband and me. The joy in living the dream of being a wife and mom was hardly there, and I knew something had to change.

As I lay down to sleep, I would try to pray, but most of the time all I could get out was, “Help me!” I couldn’t find the words to explain myself and what I needed; I just knew I needed help. I’m so grateful that God is not just some “Big Guy in the sky”. His work is often done through the hands of His people right here on earth.

With the encouragement from friends and family, I sought out professional help. I was prescribed anti-depressants plus medication for my stomach pain. I also began to see a counselor at Valley Christian Counseling Center in Fargo, ND. There they helped me work through my emotions and continued to point me to the healing power that is only found in Jesus.

I was eventually able to wean off of the anti-depressants, but my physical health continued to be a challenge. I was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease which explained all the stomach pain I had been having for years. As devastating as the diagnosis was, there was a bit of comfort in knowing it wasn’t “all in my head”.

There are times, especially in the midst of a tough winter, that depression seems to be just around the corner, but thankfully, the tools I learned help to keep it at bay. Most of all, I have learned to keep my eyes fixed on Jesus and surrender the pieces of my life to Him. I am so grateful for a God who works wonders in and through brokenness. The glorious part is that He never stops.

If you are struggling with depression, don’t struggle alone. Tell someone: a friend, a family member, your pastor…someone. There are people who want to pray with you and for you. Seek out help and counseling. There is no shame in that. If you live in the Fargo/Moorhead area, Valley Christian Counseling Center in Fargo is excellent.

Pickin’ Up the Pieces performed by the One Fine Day band

Written by Taunya Todd, Clark Holman and Renee Fuchs

Taunya

October 20, 2014 by Taunya Todd Leave a Commment · 4 Comments

This was not my idea of a 40th birthday

Connecting Through Word | October 15, 2014

Jeremiah 29:11-12 “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”

I turned forty this year. Even as I typed that, I thought, “That’s old.” I’d been dreading turning forty for that very reason. They make awful black decorations and cards saying 40 is “over the hill”. I don’t feel “over the hill,” but when I look in the mirror, I do see signs that I’m aging. (Thankfully, it’s nothing hairstylist Elise and a bag of Mary Kay can’t fix.)

When you’re young, getting older means more privileges like driving or legally becoming an adult. I even loved thirty; there was something freeing about it. I no longer struggled with where I fit in. I was content with where I was and who God was making me into. But by the time I started approaching forty, my attitude about my age changed.

In the music business, youth is what sells. Even though I had long ago stopped chasing the dream of being a famous country singer, I still felt some sort of comfort knowing it was my choice. Being too “old” felt like it crushed the dream. Even if I chose not to chase the dream, I still wanted to know it was an option.

When the day of my 40th birthday finally came around, I was kind of dreading it. My husband was scheduled to leave that afternoon for training, so my ideas of the perfect 40^th birthday had disappeared. It wasn’t that I expected a huge party, but I wanted something to set the day apart from all the others. We were able to squeeze in a yummy steak dinner, but it seemed the rest of my 40^th would be like any other day.

Family on 40th pic — My wonderful mother-in-law took this pic outside of the steakhouse. (It was a bit sunny out!)

Since my birthday fell on a Wednesday, that meant worship band practice that evening. My band friends gave me goofy birthday cards, and thankfully, none of them were about being “over the hill”. (I think I would have cried!) Towards the end of practice, it was getting late, and my birthday was coming to an end. As I sang one of my favorite worship songs, I closed my eyes, let go of the disappointment of being forty, and just worshipped…lost in the moment.

Then there was a commotion on the far side of the sanctuary. I opened my eyes to see several of my small group friends parading through the room and singing in celebration of my birthday. Overwhelmed by the precious gift of friendship, I lost it. Through the tears, I smiled, and I hugged each sweet friend. Then they ushered me into the Sunday school room where they had set up a make-shift party room with all kinds of festive girly birthday things in numbers of forty. (And none of them were “over the hill” themed: they know I would have cried!) It was so great to end the night by laughing with my friends and celebrating life.

40th Bday Party friends — My sweet small group friends. (I’m a little puffy from all the happy tears.)

My 40^th birthday wasn’t at all the way I thought a perfect birthday would be, but it was still good. I had enjoyed a wonderful meal with my family. (That someone else cooked and cleaned up!) I got to do some of my favorite things: sing with the band, worship my Savior, and spend time with my friends. As I drove home that evening, thinking of all the sweet blessings that day had brought, I sensed that forty wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Life doesn’t always turn out the way I had planned. Instead of looking back and being disappointed, I want to look back and see all the sweet, unplanned moments and be grateful. God knew what He was doing on my birthday, and I’m so glad He opened my eyes to see all the wonderful gifts in front of me. Jeremiah 29:11-12 says,

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”

Now I look forward to the future and seeing what my forties have to hold. With age comes experience, and by living through forty years, I’ve had many experiences. Each one, good and bad, have shaped me into who I am today. They are the stories I share when I speak about the grace of God and the desperate need for a Savior. They are what I write songs about and sing to a crowd of people. They are why I lead, mentor and encourage women. They are the heart of why I have chosen to follow Jesus out of my comfort zone and the safety of church walls, onto the World Wide Web and into the great unknown. I don’t’ know what my future holds. I am still dreaming, but they are different and God-sized now, filled with His hope.

Oh, and I no longer dislike forty because I’m only as old as I feel, right?

Taunya

October 15, 2014 by Taunya Todd Leave a Commment · 4 Comments

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