Chuckling to myself I thought “I wouldn’t be caught dead in this outfit! ” I had on a crumpled, brown and orange plaid shirt and red athletic shorts. Black dress socks worn with my athletic shoes completed my exercise ensemble. A fashionista I’m not, but I do enjoy looking my best. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, it was a good thing I was just walking down the hall to exercise!
As I got onto the elliptical machine it occurred to me how glad I was that I didn’t have to impress anyone with my attire. No special running shoes, no high performance fabric in the latest running fashion for me. I could work out in the privacy of my own home, in whatever I wanted.
I read my Bible and pray in the same room as l exercise. No “high performance” good deeds needed and no “latest fashion” activities required to impress God here. I can come to Him just as I am.
Yet when I come, he gives me a makeover. Then I “delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness…” Isaiah 61:10
Wearing his robe of righteousness I need never be ashamed in his presence.
No embarrassment or regrets because the designer of my clothes is the lover of my soul.
He who knows how he formed me, remembers that I came from dust. (Psalm 103:14) He makes provision through the atoning blood of Christ to cover my sin and shame. I now wear his garments of salvation.
After my makeover, God gives me advice in choosing the rest of my wardrobe. “Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.” Colossians 3:12,14
Whether it’s for a workday or for a workout, I choose what I wear. Spiritually, it’s the same. I can choose God’s selection for me or I can remain in my crumpled and mismatched clothes of selfishness, unforgiveness, pride, impatience, or anger.
It’s a new day, what will you wear?
©cindy richardson 2015