It’s not exactly praiseworthy, but I’ve been known to stand at the mirror while morbidly contemplating my body. (Can I get a witness?) I stare at the contents of my closet, with my wiggly thighs and dimpled knees defiantly mocking me. I suck in my belly and wonder how long I can keep that up.
I’m just a tad bigger than I used to be in my prime, so it often takes a while to find something that will accommodate my “current version.” Wouldn’t it be great if the clothes in there would just magically transform? Yeah, right.
Since I'm not currently shrinking and probably won't be any time soon, seems like my clothes could, I don’t know, maybe… e x p a n d! But they never oblige...Go figure.
Well, I’ve gotten over it, somewhat, because I finally did move the most treacherous ones, (the very smallest), into the spare bedroom closet. Now they have a designated storage place of their own - Make any sense to you?
I know, I know, its pretty weird. But, I’m the worst pack rat in existence. Some of those clothes are authentic antiques from when I was in my teens. You don't want to venture a guess on that one and I sure don’t want to go there either. Funny thing is, a lot of those clothes are back in style again. Yeah, well, a lot of good it does me - I can’t wear them, remember! You’d think I’d just sack them up and donate them to the local High School, right?
That would be entirely too logical. Well, maybe tomorrow... When I consider it, there’s no rational explanation… Hum, except prideful recollection of vain “Barbie” doll memories - Way back when I was enviably thin. (At least that's the way I remember it!)
Not to worry, though. Pride has a way of quickly burning off the top when it is thrown into the refiner’s fire! And you can always rely on His perfect fit. You see, when it comes to God, it’s free, given to all His children and it does come in an expandable fit. Yea, come to think of it, His garment of salvation grows right along with me. Christ’s unmatchable act of sacrifice wraps around me no matter what, so that even in my swollen state, (head included), he’s got me covered. It’s a great, luxurious fit. But the absolutely incredible part is that my Savior calls me His own “beautiful bride” - You gotta love it!
The Bible tells us what the well-dressed child of God is wearing these days. Isaiah 61:10 says, "For He has clothed me with the garments of salvation, and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness." I’ve never had to starve or lament over my garments of salvation and my robe of righteousness. As a matter of fact, the moment I asked, they came straight from God, through the righteousness of his Son, Jesus Christ. It's Jesus' robe I wear. And I must say, I feel like a real winner in it!
Colossians 3:12-14 has even more to say about some pretty cool attire. "Clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity."
Did you notice that phrase, "over all"? (Not to be confused with "overalls" - that's an entirely different look.) We're instructed to put on love. Love is the ultimate accessory - Just kind of pulls it all together, if you know what I mean. With or without the thunder thighs, we’re talking one really great look - Oh, how my Father loves me!