Clothing to Garments

The things I cloth my body with. By Your grace has changed so much for me. I remember when it never felt like it was ever enough. The awkwardness of putting things together to feel and convey character.

Not having a clue but thinking I did, only to grow into an older version of the same thing.

I remember when we finally cut back to two suitcases. I thought it was enough. My life in two hard shells. I parked them in my room ready to go. I would walk around them getting used to them. Then it got harder when we did one suitcase. One so tight and full.

I was getting lighter and lighter. Ascending. Thank you for being so kind to me!! Adjusting to my lightness, my feathers. Even when no one else understood I knew You did. Every step of faith closer to You. I forget today almost what it was like then between us. Your work is that good.

It's a funny thing when we don't understand the importance of a thing until we have done it and gone through it. To later unwrap it in Thanksgiving an admiration.

Thank you!!

Such an amazing teacher You are Holy Spirit trusting. The way You speak to me, to my heart.

Now it's two straps. Clothing has an entirely different meaning at this altitude. It is basic and fundamental. Clean, simple, modest. Covering protecting. Not worrying.

My garments, now these beauties are starting to glow and become radiant. The preparation that goes into these. Wrapped in You, Your salvation and righteousness. Priceless treasures that are unspeakable. The kingdom of heaven is like….Now these garments are eternal, what a garment. Perfectly set. Custom tailored for me. No selfishness attached, just destiny for me and no other.

The Kingdom of heaven is like precious pearls.

So intimate, I can feel the honor and sharpness of the truth of it all. Let it pierce deeper. When You were teaching me much more about two suitcases and what clothing was on my body. The mystery of Your love.

I wanted to take a moment today to tell You how thankful I am for all You have done and all that You are. Just for You. No one else.

I know it can get lost in translation on my snowy walk and my outrages. Our walks have changed in so many ways, in the same place too! I know You already know. I cherish everyone. My heart. Thank you. I know You are not afraid of me and are strong enough for me.

Oh how are You are They all fall short.

When whispering and outright yelling doesn't suffice. Mustard shirts and little feet.

Until next time.

I am heart sick for You always. My soul longs for You and nothing else will do, nothing compares.

Jesus Christ Forevermore