“Nothing To Wear”

The clock ticks the seconds…no…the minutes away as I stand and stare into the dark hole I call my closet. Surely the perfect outfit is going to materialize from out of the chaos. The more I flip through each piece the more flustered I get. Tick-tock goes another ten minutes. Amazing! I see all this stuff yet, I have nothing to wear!

I don’t know about you but my closet has sections. Imaginary columns. Column A is tucked into the sinister dark left hand corner and titled, “I’ll Fit Into That Again One Day.” Column B is front and center and called, “The Good Ole Stand-by’s”, this column has stuff in it that’s more than gently used! The final column is located in the semi-sinister right hand corner and titled, “What Was I Thinking When I Bought This?” Some clothing is stuffed where I can stuff it and belongs in a yet to be created column. Please tell me I’m not alone?

I can’t help but think how lucky the priests of Exodus were. They knew what they were going to wear when they served in the Temple. God had given Moses very specific instructions on the garments they were to wear. From head to toe each piece was given considerable detail and each piece was significant. The Israelite’s were in the middle of the desert yet had all they needed to complete an ornately beautiful temple and ornate garments for the priests. How? Right before the Jewish nation was led out of Egypt, led from bondage, God had commanded them to request articles of gold and silver, clothing and supplies from their captors. The Egyptians hearts had been moved to be favorable toward them, urging them even, to take the bounty and go! Unbeknownst to the wanderers, at a time known only to God, they would need all of the items they departed with. God was providing for them even when they didn’t realize it.

We’re told in the gospel’s not to worry what we’ll wear or what we’ll eat. In fact Jesus tells us we’re not to worry at all.

25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? 28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.    Matthew 6:25-34 (NIV)

Not to say that we sit and do nothing and wait for things to fall into our laps, but that’s another story!

Sometimes as I flip through my clothes I’ll see a top or jacket that was hidden at first and think, that used to be to big, but now…its perfect! Or even better, I’ll spot tags on something brand new, forgotten and never worn and it’s perfect! I don’t think that’s happenstance. If we think God doesn’t look out for every detail of our lives we need to think again. When I do have those times of finding the perfect garment to wear, I thank God for it. There was a time I felt silly for doing so but realized it’s absolutely God’s care for me. Even when it come’s from the, “What Was I Thinking Column.” Even when it’s the dreaded used to be to big but now fits item. At some point in the past I purchased that article of clothing, for the moment that it would be just right. He knows my future. He knows my needs. He knows my heart, and He knows yours. He knows there are some days we just stand and stare. But He provides.

And I always stand amazed.

Heavenly Father,
Thank you Lord for providing us with all that we need to serve You God. Thank You for providing for the least of our needs when we least expect it and that we be mindful of those times, thanking You always. In Jesus name…amen.


“Keeper of A Worry Free Wood”

Psalm 23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

How can my mind be so totally blank when it’s so full of everything around me? The leafless trees shivering in the bleak rain mist, no clear patches in the heavy sky. Crows are sitting on the fence scouting the yard for scraps, quiet and eerie.

I think how contentedly small my world is. With the trees now bare I can see the top of the ridge we live on from where I’m sitting. I know it like the back of my hand. I’ve walked that small trail many times while pondering life. I’ve meandered while reflecting. I’ve strode to ward off anger. I’ve sat in leaves and wept. I’ve breathed in deeply of the scents only the woods can offer. I’ve walked in the utter silence of snow fall. The peace that brings infuses my heart with an odd sort of ache. When the wind blows in my face and into my nostrils I wonder, is this what Adam felt when God breathed him into life? I wish the ridge of woods was mine, I’d protect them forever. Is it strange that I want to wrap my arms around it all and hold it close in my heart? I want the sounds and smell permanently carved in my memory.

Out of nowhere my mind conjures up thoughts of my unknown future. Other than death will age bring a time when I can’t walk to the crest of my little mountain? Or see it? Or smell it? The serpent of anxious “what if” slithers in to steal my bliss, my breath…if I allow it.

Jesus says,

“Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?”
(Luke 12:25,26 NIV)
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. For each day has enough trouble of its own”
(Matthew 6:34 NIV)

I repeat these verses to myself often. Even still nameless figments enter my green pasture and stir my still waters. I constantly seek restoration from Him who restores. I seek help with keeping my foot to the path He’s laid out for me. I try not to fear the evil lurking in the shadows, knowing He goes before me, and will be with me to the end. I have the promise that my enemy will be defeated. God’s mighty hand has tenderly anointed my head with oil, claiming me as His own.

Though we prepare for a lengthy life on earth it’s not guaranteed. I can’t let the thief of peace steal my here and now blessings. When I finish this writing I’ve no idea how my future will unfold. But at the last keystroke I will resolve to set my sights on my worry free eternal dwelling. I will be joyful that I’m being cared for now, and will be for all of my forever!

Perhaps at the edge of that pasture,
A lovely small wood will reside,
Perhaps I shall ask of the Master
If in them I may abide.

Perhaps the still waters quench the trees thirst
As I know they will gentle mine,
Perhaps at my end, with roots submersed
I’ll reside by the bank for all time.

Perhaps at each days gloaming,
He’ll accept the worship I bring,
Perhaps He will grant me the longing,
To tend to the woods of the King.