‘Fit Check

I’m shivering on the sidelines of a Benjamin’s winter soccer clinic. I started feeling sorry myself here for a frozen, raining moment. The other 24 moms dropped their kids off, but I remain, with toddler in tow. I stay visible, available - an ever-present external nervous system. And did I mention it’s cold?

But as I pull my thick hat over my ears, perspective warms me. I don’t have time to rattle off how glorious it is that Benjamin is thriving here on the soccer field, or that he is dancing like a deeply-loved goober between goal posts with his best friend right now. That’s for another day.

Today we’re talking about me... the lady who’s lived on the grace of God’s provision in Africa for over 15 years, yet still dared to throw herself a sideline pity party.

The truth is, it’s cold outside, but I am covered. I’m literally covered.

I’m wearing a thermal shirt from my mom, a pullover as thick as a polar bear’s skin from my mother-in-law, and a bright purple rain jacket from Faith Promise Church. I am loved from my head to my toes - tipped and topped with shoes and a hat that were gifts from my husband.

It’s stuff. But it’s more than stuff.
I can get caught up in how I feel in any given moment. It’s a daily downfall. But I’m practicing what the kids these days are calling a ‘fit check. Just look at what I’m wearing. Just think on Who dressed me.

I am clothed in love by the same Creator who dressed each flower in the field. I’m flanked with grace and wrapped in glory, paid for with the highest price. Weather comes and goes in each season, but I’m covered.

And so are you, beloved.