I'd rather dress for the desires of the King, than for the desires of a man. ~unknown
She stole my heart the moment I saw her. A tiny bundle of joy with a head full of dark hair. So much hair her mommy played with barrettes and ribbons before she even left the hospital. (Grandma may or may not have been involved.)
I love how God puts the love of all things girly into female hearts. Morgan can ride 4-wheelers with her brothers and play pirates with gusto, yet walk away to cuddle dolls and play dress up.
Last week Auntie indulged Morgan's love of dress up, letting her choose a dress and shoes, and styling a special grown-up hairdo. The photo shoot turned out awesome photographs.
Morgan was happy to be dressed in Auntie's clothes. And while there's nothing in Auntie's closet that would fit me, there's another closet that I've found that has clothes in any size. God's closet.
I slide the hangers across the rod, taking in the color, style, and the smallest detail. Each one seems tailor made. How can I possibly choose just one?
It's then the Master Tailor steps up beside me, the measuring tape around His neck. They are all made just for you, He whispers. I want you to have the whole wardrobe. He begins to pull the clothes from their hangers one by one, handing me a little red number named kindness. I try it on, then one by one -- compassion, humility, gentleness and patience. There's a lacy one named forgiveness, too.
But it's when God takes the last garment off the rack that I gasp. So much sparkling gold and rich, deep purple. It's a gown fit for royalty. I hold it up to me and do a little swirl. The full skirt swishes around my legs. I look at God, questions in my eyes: Can I ever be worthy of wearing this gown?... What if the delicate fabric tears?
God's love breaches the space between us. Put it on. It's the most important gown in the collection. I looked at the tag and read, "One size fits all." I turned it over and read the care instructions, Hand wash in love and tumble dry in unity.
So unworthy of this wardrobe sewn at Calvary and so freely given. In my humanness, often in my carelessness, I have torn, wrinkled, or pulled the hem out of one of these garments. Each time I take them back to the Master Tailor. He mends them gently and hangs them back in the closet, ready for me to wear again.
Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, 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 (Colossians 3:12-14).