Further Clothed Upon

I wrote this a couple of years ago.

There are moments that are frozen in the mind.

Moments joyous in the happening and heart breaking in their brevity at the same time, and if one could live there forever you would do it in a heartbeat.

For me many of those moments have happened since I was married 10 years ago, and contain the hugs of our children, their laughter and a good night kiss.

My seven-year-old daughter provided such a moment recently.

She has her own bedclothes, but many times she likes to sleep in her mother’s gowns or her big brother’s old tee shirts because they are loose and comfortable on her. I had just gotten her out of the shower and while she stood by wrapped in her towel I was going through fresh laundry trying to find something that she would like to wear. It was one of those times when she wanted to wear none of the clothes I suggested.

Finally, I lifted from the basket a shirt of mine that would drape over her and reach to her feet. I asked if she would like to wear that?

She took my shirt into her hands, buried her face into it, and inhaled deeply.

“Yes”, she said thoughtfully and in a soft voice. “It smells like you”.

At such moments I am speechless. Teary eyes and a gentle hug are the only response I have before such obvious and innocent love from this child who has my heart, and always will.

How I long for the scent of my God. How I love knowing the presence of my Father; to feel the safety and comfort of being wrapped in Him.

How I desire to be further clothed upon.

“I will never leave you, nor forsake you” He said.
Can we be secure in God?

Yes.