. . . all our righteous acts are like filthy rags . . .  (Isa 64:6)

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, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.  (Isa 61:10)

. . . clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.  . . . And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together with perfect unity.  (Col 3:12,14)


It’s that time again — time to change my winter wardrobe and move my summer clothes back into the closet. It’s an outward indication that, for me at least, a new season is here.

This semi-annual wardrobe switch isn’t a big deal. The BIG deal — the deal of a lifetime — happened many years ago, and still keeps happening every day.

When I first came to faith in Jesus, I got a whole new wardrobe, one that never wears out. He replaced my filthy rags and put HIs robe of righteousness on me. Since then, each day He calls me to dress myself with “compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience” and to top them off with the overalls of love, which makes all of it go together.

There have been days when I’ve left some of those clothes in my closet. There have been days when I’ve worn them, but got a stain on them. But every day, I have the chance to wear them. It’s my choice. One thing I know: if I don’t put all of them on, my love overalls won’t fit.

Trying to leave these clothes on overnight so I don’t have to make the decision the next day doesn’t work.  Like manna, these garments have to be hand-picked on purpose every morning. And while I’m putting them on, I try to remember to ask Jesus to help me iron out the wrinkles.

Jesus has provided me with a wardrobe that is appropriate for every situation and gets me through the day in the best way possible. He also reminds me to put away some of the things I’ve worn before: things like pride, envy, self-centeredness, the urge to retaliate. I’ve wanted to pack those clothes away for good, but sometimes, to my dismay, I see that I’m wearing one of them again.

When that happens, I can’t wait to change into the new clothes, the clean clothes, the clothes that Jesus gave me. They’re the clothes that work, the clothes that bring out the best in me and through me.

Thank You, Jesus, for dressing me to look more like You!