I was embarrassed with the state of my daughter’s wardrobe. Her closet selection was laden with stained and belly showing T-shirts, high water pants that could be mistaken for capris and socks that aggravatingly ride below the heel into the shoe.
So me and my girl, we set out for a fun shopping date. And, later at home, my husband and I sat down to watch a one girl fashion show, a cherished tradition of hers to celebrate her new collection of clothes.
After the show she is spent. So it’s up to me to walk “backstage” where the leftovers of the fashion party are strewn about. There are newly pressed shirts and pants to be folded, tags to be picked up and tagging barbs to be ignored until vacuum day!
Then opening her closet door, I start the emotional process of sorting through a memorabilia of old clothes that need to be thrown away or donated in hopes of ever fitting the new ones inside.
She lays on her bed watching, and though tired, I know this pruning is hard for her too. So, to comfort her, I tell her, “To make room for the new pretty clothes, we must get rid of the old.”
“But I like that shirt Mommy, can’t I save it for my daughter?”
“We’ll buy her a new one. That’s what she deserves.”
“Can’t we keep that one Mommy, my friend gave it to me?”
“We can’t keep something that is dirty and too small, sweetie. You’re too pretty and special. Wouldn’t you prefer to wear these new ones? We’re throwing out the old, to make room for the new.” I repeat and kiss her goodnight.
I thought she was fast asleep but about a half hour later she timidly appears at the corner of the living room entrance, “Mommy, I’m having bad thoughts and I can’t go to sleep,” she whispers in hopes that I’ll give her my approval for being out of bed.
“Come here sweetie.” I tap the empty sofa space next to me. “What are you thinking about?”
“What if I ever get sick or hurt?”
“Sweetie, you don’t have to worry about that. You’re a very healthy young girl.”
“But I still can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Ok, this is what I do when I have bad thoughts. I put other things into my head. For example, why don’t you think of the good times you had playing with your girlfriend the other day. Oh, I know, let’s think about your birthday party.”
“Um..hmm.” She said softly, snuggled into my arms.
“Mommy,” she finally said, “is it like getting rid of the old clothes so that you can put the new clothes in?”
She sleeps now. But at the corner of my living room entrance, I hear Him whisper as if asking for permission to come in, “Out with the old and in with the new.”
My spent and cluttered spirit yearns for His presence so I place my hand at the empty space beside me on the couch and invite Him to sort through my patched and threadbare closet.
To make room for only Him.
He pulls out Comparison and I say “but these women, they teach me so much.”
My faithful work can only be complete when you recognize who I designed You to be.
Next is a drawer full of Disappointment and I respond “but I’m just being real, I’m ditzy and unfocused, I’m not a finisher.”
You are who I say you are and you are chosen to do good works.
And finally Self-Loathing, worn and tattered. I try to excuse it with truth “there’s nothing good in me Lord, that’s why I look to You.”
Yes, look to Me, child, and see how I created every piece of you with intention and perfection.
My grip loosens on the old as I gaze at the new dazzling clothes decorated with Confidence, Wisdom and Righteousness that He has designed just for me.
So we throw away the old to make room for only Him.Leave a Comment