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June 28, 2011


“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life,
what you will eat or what you will drink
or about your body, what you will put on.
Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?
And why are you anxious about clothing?
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow:
they neither toil nor spin.
Yet I tell you that even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these.
But if God so clothes the grass of the field
which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven,
will he not much more clothe you,
O you of little faith?
Therefore, do not be anxious…”
Matthew 6:25, 28-31a
Most of the time I am not anxious about clothes.
Most of the time I am not even conscious about clothes. 
If yesterday you had asked me why I chose those pants out of my closet, I would have said. “They were clean. And I wasn’t going out.”
You might have observed, “I’ve never seen that shirt before.”
I would have looked a second time and shrugged.  “Oh. I haven’t worn it in a year. I’m surprised I haven’t given it away.”
I’m not omniscient.
I did not foresee the alignment of my front wheel with a wood chip and a crack in the sidewalk when I got dressed.
But God did.
He saved my skin.
The whole front of my body might look like the right side of my face.
God clothed me.
If He appoints even mundane things like cargo pants and polo shirts to do His will, why am I anxious about bigger things like cerebral palsy and FASD?
Do you see wounds? They are proof of God’s goodness stamped on my face.
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