What’s a girl to wear?

When seasons change…

I go to my closet to see what is there. What to wear… what to wear? Again, I feel I have nothing, nothing to wear.

Some seasons are harder than others, and I would rather skip right past them. But that is not in my control. During cold, dark seasons, I look deep into my closet and take inventory. What would be best to wear in times like these? Some would say, “Wear something cheerful! Something bright, something that will help you rise above it all!” Mmm… I don’t know… are you saying something like garments of praise? Ugh, those sound too uncomfortable when I feel low. I continue to rummage through. Hey, there’s my blouse of negativity. Didn’t I vow to get rid of that last year? But it is so easy to put on… so easy to wear. Lying in a heap next to it is my wet blanket saved for special occasions. It’s waiting and ready, but I remembered I had draped it over my shoulders just yesterday and it started to feel… well… wet and heavy. There’s my large pile of fashionable fear wear that I keep adding to… my duds of discouragement are threadbare. Oh, but way in the back, I see something pretty… What is that? It looks brand new! Oh… my dream life dresses. Dresses that I had planned on wearing when my life would be perfect. But now they hang with holes shot straight through them. Maybe apathy apparel would suit me today. It is easy to slip on and seems to be very much in style these days.

These heavy piles exhaust me. Instead of ridding myself of these cumbersome loads I move them around every day. Contemplating on what to do I spy my bright garments of praise wadded up in a corner. I pick them up and shake them out one by one. And though there is a part of me that whines, “no…let’s just sit in the same garb we wore yesterday..” I hear another voice building strength and calling me to choose joy again today, to choose praise, to pull my gaze upward away from myself and onto my Creator. Today in this crowded closet I choose to put on my garment of praise and toss aside the others. But wait..what’s that glint of silver?… oh…my Armor of God…