Wearing His Shirt

I can't sleep. This one week of my life that I don't have to be up at 8am every morning I have gotten tons and tons of sleep, at that is why I find myself at 3:30am bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Good thing I'm going on a TCW trip to Nebraska tomorrow otherwise I would have a ANOTHER full WEEK of free time - TOO MUCH REST AND RELAXATION! Idle
hands are the devil's workshop, as they say. That's too true... really, being busy is the best. Keeps your mind off of weird things.

Anywho.

I'm sitting here in my old childhood bedroom, but it's funny because my brother Greg has been living in here for the past two or three years. Instead of the girly purple haven it used to be for me in high school, now it's part storage hovel, part man cave- instead of Orlando Bloom on the wall there's a Sunday ticket poster in its place, instead of perfume lining my dresser there's Oldspice on the desk, and instead of decorative chairs and swoops and poufs, there's gray storage boxes and dumbbells lining the walls.

It's a little chilly so I'm wearing one of his sweatshirts... which is funny because it's so BIG. Greg's like 6'5 and wears everything in XXL sizes, but I really like wearing over sized clothes. I think every girl loves wearing huge, baggy boy's clothes because it makes them hopeful that someday they'll have a husband and can wear his huge, baggy clothes. I hope someday that FH (Future Husband) will lend me lots of his clothes to snuggle around the house in and use as pajamas. It's my sentimental dream that someday, some mornings I can wake up and make him bacon and eggs while wearing his t-shirt, give him a cup of coffee and the newspaper at the breakfast table and kiss him goodbye before he jets off to work.

They say to really know someone you should walk a mile in their shoes, so what happens when you wear their clothes?


It's comforting to have big, baggy boy sweatshirts wrapped around your shoulders, but it's even better when those sweatshirt sleeves have arms in them and they're still wrapped around you.

Whenever you're lonely or tired or hurting or scared and you want those literal (or figurative) strong arms cuddled around you, know that no matter where you are, you have them.

"I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For He has clothed me in garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels."

- Isaiah 61:10

No matter where you are or whatever convoluted situation you find yourself in, God has you wrapped in His saving robe of righteousness. He died to cover our sinfulness with the red blanket of His blood, and because of that we get to go to heaven - and all we have to do is believe His promises! Why is that such a hard concept for us to remember? I've had like 15 years of Lutheran instruction in school. I've heard the saving message of the Gospel maybe a million times - "For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life" (John 3:16). And STILL! Still I doubt and forget His love for me!

Why God doesn't take that sweatshirt of forgiveness away from all of us, I do not know. I would certainly not have patience for me and all my sins... praise the LORD for His warm, comforting, over sized coverall of love!

It's great living life wearing His shirt.

(And guys, if you really want to make your girl go nuts for you - lend her a sweatshirt. Believe me. It works :)

"You are all Sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus"

- Galatians 3:26-28