I greatly rejoice in the Lord, I exult in my God; for He has clothed me with the garments of salvation and wrapped me in a robe of righteousness… Isaiah 61:10
My words…
Praise
When You see me with Your holy eyes, do you see me wearing jeans and t-shirt? I hope not. I hope you see my spirit dressed in the clothes You gifted me, costly raiment for which You sacrificed greatly. I picture them in my mind, so delicate (yet enduring); they do not weigh me down. My garment of salvation is seamless, woven with strands of truth from Your words; ribbons of hope for that someday; strands of peace, perfect peace; braids of communion with believers; and skeins of Your unbroken promises. The weave is held together with filaments of light, not a cosmic photon, but the radiance which illuminates the heavens. It changes hues as it spirals and whirls, creating fabric like a butterfly’s wing.
My robe of righteousness is fashioned with the fibers of Your wisdom and stitched with the thread of the Fear of God. Exquisitely it flutters behind me and around me, never to unravel, always abiding. Bells, attached to the hem, echo Your love throughout my spirit, my comfort in joy and pain. The robe drapes like a vapor yet is as strong as the sword of Michael the archangel – precious gifts from Your Spirit to mine that I wear in Your presence whether standing, kneeling, or prostrate.
But this I know: What You have tailored for me is more glorious than I could ever imagine. And for that I greatly rejoice and exult in You. (And I’m looking forward to trying it on.)
