There’s just something about pictures of pant-legs and shirt-sleeves flapping in the breeze of a cool autumn day that makes me long to be like them. Oh, to be certain of my place in life, because with pegs holding me to a line, there would be no question. I imagine wishing for the breeze to rattle my fabric and provide respite from the sun. And, I’m pretty sure that I would so enjoy the freeing feeling of getting all of my wiggles out, throwing myself this way and that as I just let it go.
I wonder if my Creator considers these things when he watches me flail about? I’d like to think that He sees me as a necessary piece of the wardrobe that makes up His closet full of earthly clothing.
Which piece would I be?
The underthings that cover important private places? The pants that provide shelter from the cold winds. Or maybe the shirt with non-existent sleeves to allow for maximum exposure to any slighty breeze blowing through on a sweltering summer day?
It could simply be that I am whichever piece He needs me to be in A Moment of this life I am gifted to live.
And, as with all clothing, I must be laundered.
Because, Oh! How I get dirty.
My Redeemer, though, He is a Master Cleaner. He washes me white as snow. Once and forever.
Yes He does!
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