Good morning…
Pondering yesterday’s post it dawns on me: “I not only enjoy my back door people, I simply adore my comfort clothes.” Long kept clothes feel like favorite friends, soft and cozy, well-worn, trusted.
A beloved cubby in my closet hosts a stash of baggy pants, outdated sweaters, and anything velour. Do you have a similar stash?
We all love our comfort clothes. Beyond their safe softness, special memories have been woven into their faded fabric. When and where we first found them. Who was with us as we wore them. How that life phase and those precious people will always be part of us.
When we feel tired or tense, hungry or hurt, our comfort clothes are our ‘go-to girls’. As we cozy up in our comfiest, we nestle into home, we stay in with our true self, and our comfort clothes become God’s love to our skin.
Our ‘tired’ asks us to rest, to restore. Our ‘tense’ begs the question, “What’s going on in me?” Our ‘hungry’ is tamed gently, gradually. Our ‘hurt’ becomes prayer, “God, please heal.” Spiritual transformation happens beneath the cover of our comfort clothes.
When the moment is right, we may choose to don our more fashionable attire, but we dress ourselves with a brand new ‘yes’. “Yes, LORD, I return to the world wrapped in the feel of Your cozy comfort.”
When life wears us down and the LORD’s layer wears thin, our tired and our tense, our hungry and our hurt begin busting through God’s protective seams. That’s okay. That’s really okay. Because now we know exactly what to do. We return home to our beloved cubby, lounging, lingering in the love of God’s comfort clothes.
God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles… (2 Corinthians 1:3b-4a, NLT).
…Sue…
