Wear Us Well

Me Myself and Lies Ladies Bible study will meet for our last session this THURSDAY, June 10th, @ 6 pm.

I know that summer is calling out and pressing in, but try to join us if time permits. Our meeting time this week makes for short days to complete the homework, but come even if you haven't been able to get it all done.

I will be forever changed from this study...in both how I see myself and the way I think about my surroundings. And, more importantly, how I see my God. I am constantly more mindful of the trail my thoughts begin to take, and for that I am grateful.

This week we looked at 1 Cor 3:16. "Do you not know that you are a temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you?

A familiar verse, but approached in a new way, I had never thought of myself as what Christ “wears.” We are the flesh and bones that He dons every day trying to reach His world. We think so much about what we put on our bodies, but do we remember that we are what He puts on His? We are His wardrobe.

Does He wear you well?

As I contemplated this before the Lord, these are the words that came.

Not too pretty, but honest...

Wear Me Well

If I were a garment...hmmm...let me see

Hanging on the King of Kings

What kind of garment would I be?

A little tattered, a little torn

Pulled and stretched

A little worn

There’s a hole here and there

A stitch out of place

Things I meant to mend, but got too busy in the race

The hem is not quite even

The cuffs are somewhat frayed

The girdle’s tight and scratchy, but keeps things in their place.

A train stretches from the skirt

Way out from behind

It carries upon it memories and moments of indelible time

The slick outerwear

Shelters from the mud

Zippers here and there are to hide away a grudge

Shoulder pads are inserted

To look taller than I am

The belt keeps all the baggage from falling to the ground

And, many colors make up this coat

Happy yellow, melancholy blue

Incensed red and complacent chartreuse

Unfit for a King He dons me each day

Trying to reach HIS world in any possible way.

Resting on HIS shoulders

It really is a sight

Only He can come and save me from this unsightly plight

Lord, clean out every pocket

Remove every stain

Outerwear's not needed when covered in your name

Even out this hem of mine

Repair the rips and holes

Bring the bleach and oxyclean, make me white as snow

YOU put me on every single day

A place where you choose to dwell

Lord, make this garment fit for you

That YOU would wear me well.

See you soon,

Tonya