But I have... matured. The older I get, the happier I am to come home and wrap myself up in my old clothes. They are not the most elegant or prettiest clothing I own. But they are warm and comfortable, even if they are a little frayed around the edges. Sort of like me, maybe.
Aging is a sobering fact of life. My joints ache more, I have a harder time getting over minor illnesses, my kids have started to worry about me a little because I get kind of flaky sometimes. I can't multi-task like I did ten years ago, and working all day long wears me out in a way that I wouldn't have imagined when I was 40.
The old clothes welcome me home like an old friend, enveloping me in their thread worn coziness. Dropping the work clothes into the laundry hamper tells me I am finally ready for a few hours of rest and relaxation before I start all over again.
We all need rest. We all need peace and comfort and a place to relax. The long day makes us weary, and it is good to put our feet up and pamper our body, and our soul, for a little while.
I see God like my old clothes. He is there, waiting for me, when I am weary and world worn, longing to cast off my troubles on him. In Matthew 11:28, we read,
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
What a joyful promise this is, from a God who understands our daily routine and the responsibilities we carry. He is promising an oasis of peace and comfort and safety in the storms of life. How lucky I am to have a personal God who wants my burdens and soothes my sorrows.
Today I am grateful for my old clothes, and the reminder of God's loving embrace.
Dear Lord, thank you for my old clothes, and your grace which is fresh and new every day. Amen.
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