The first form of modesty that comes to mind would be of the outward kind, which is the natural reflection of the inward self. And that is usually where the emphasis is placed when it comes to modesty because of its unquestionable importance. And I truly believe that what is within the heart will show itself outwardly sooner rather than later.
Sometimes I wonder, though, if I could have possibly been unwittingly mixed up with a batch of 1900's babies, fallen behind an incubator somewhere in heaven's hospital, only to be noticed and born 100 years too late (okay, maybe not), because some of the things that are openly discussed in mixed company cause me to blush for those who speak and aren't embarrassed for themselves enough to do so. Women have come a long way, that much is true.
But as independence and liberation from natural homemaking and motherhood came in, femininity just as quickly went out. Femininity in dress, in conduct and in speech. Those who still uphold to the old ways should be considered an endangered species. Perhaps one of the greatest misfortunes of our liberation was the seeming death of feminine cognizance.
You've probably seen, as well as I, someone who considers herself a Christian and dresses modestly, but as soon as she opens her mouth the enchantment is dispelled. Harsh words briefly hidden behind a pretty smile. The "hip" words. The "cool" words. Among others. Or how about the generation that can't accept the fact that they're aging with grace, dignity... and wisdom? Where did femininity go? And why are women disillusioned into thinking that this kind of behavior and speech is attractive?
Why do we think that dressing, looking, acting and speaking like men is empowerment? On the contrary. As soon as we step out of our natural, God-given role we lose our power and become just another "guy" (any other ladies enjoy being called a guy?).
I'm grateful for the training I've received, the role models I've had, and the love I have for true femininity in dress, heart, action and speech. The tongue can give away a facade at the first "hello."
Tell me I'm old-fashioned. I've already admitted to that fact. And in most cases, thankful for it. Does anyone besides me even blush anymore? (I've thought to google how to quell a blush...)
As I see it,
"Unto the pure, all things are pure: but unto them that are defiled and unbelieving is nothing pure; but even their minds and conscious is defiled." Titus 1:15
blushed blessed day!