There is nothing quite
like clothing to bring a grown woman to her knees. A simple
closet-moving project had left me on the ground, clutching a cold metal
tape measure to my chest.
I was in the middle of
moving to a much smaller house with the tiniest closet I had ever seen.
Measuring exactly how many inches — not feet, not yards, but how many
inches — of clothing would help determine what I could bring.
It was impossible. No way
could I part with so much and live with so little! I had survived a long
season of unexpected changes that had rocked my world, and I wasn't
giving up anything else.
Staring at the tape
measure in my trembling hands, it was clear something more than a closet
needed tending. What needed tending was the closet of my heart. On that
day, I had pulled from it a favorite piece of clothing — my robe of
certainty. I wrapped myself in it and refused to take it off.
I craved certainty. Its
pursuit captivated me. I looked for it in my health, finances, marriage,
occupation and future. All had proven to be unsteady ground. I clung to
anything that would give me a sense of stability and calm my fearful
Jesus met me in the
darkness of this obsession. He assured me this uncertainty I was
wrestling against was an unexpected gift from Him. A gift meant to drive
me deeper into His love.
My affections were set on
things that were never meant to carry the weight of my ever-changing
story. Certainty would never free me from the fear of the unknown. Only
knowing He was with me in it ever would.
Being a follower of Jesus means being clothed in Him. Paul says in Galatians 3:27, “For all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ.”
This being “clothed in Christ”
is more than covering over misery and uncertainty. Being clothed in
Christ is an expulsive power. I needed what Scottish minister Thomas
Chalmers called the “expulsive power of a new affection.” The worthless
idol of certainty to which I was clinging could only be removed by the
love of Jesus.
The word for “to clothe” in the Greek is enduo.
It means “to sink into, as a garment.” Jesus was calling me to let go
of worthless things and sink deep into His garment of love and find
rest. And that is exactly what I did.
I don’t know what’s in
your closet, but I do know being clothed in Christ means being wrapped
in an unmeasurable garment of His love — no tape measure needed. He is
always there to sink deep into and His garment of love and rest — even
in dark and uncertain places.
May your heart be sparked
with overflowing joy as you live wrapped in the only piece of clothing
you will ever need — the love of Christ.
Lord, forgive me for
clinging to things that were never meant to give me rest. Thank You for
always showing up in my mess with Your uninterrupted love for me. Grant
me eyes to see and a heart that believes Your love. In Jesus’ Name,