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I know you’re thinking this has got to be the risqué blog on living a pure life.  Well, kind of, but not really.  I have lived a very privileged life.  I drove a Mercedes as my first car (it was a 1972, but regardless beautiful and a dream car),  I carry a Louis Vuitton purse, I’m in a sorority, I have enough clothes to clothe a small country, I have traveled all over the United States, I have been on many cruises, my family is a member of a country club, if I ask for something for Christmas, I pretty much get it. I am unbelievably thankful for all I have, and I guess it's sometimes makes me feel guilty that I love shopping for everything, decorating supplies, clothes, handbags, etc.  But my all time favorite thing to buy is underwear.  I can’t walk in Victoria’s Secret without buying a 5 for $25 deal.  There’s just something about having my own little secret under all my clothes that I look good and cute underneath it all.  No one really sees me in my underwear.  But I like knowing I look good in my underwear.  It’s weird. I know.  But then I think about it as a spiritual analogy.  Do we often worry about what we look like stripped down for the Lord?  We’re in this world where we put on a show for everyone around us.  It’s all about how we’re perceived by others.  But if we stripped all the fluff, all the stuff covering our true identity, would we look good? Do we shop for the underwear of our spiritual life when we’re trying to invest in our eternal life? Or are we just adding on the layers to flatter our spiritual bodies to the world?  Read Galatians 1.