“But his father said to the servants, “Quick! Bring the finest robe in the house and put it on him. Get a ring for his finger and sandals for his feet.” Luke 15:22
Jesus, when I come to you in my most vulnerable state, you truly see me. You allow me to be myself, in all the ways I feel misunderstood, discouraged, angry, alone. You see all of me, deep within, places too deep for the world to see.
Jesus, you see the dignity that the world often strips away from me – telling me who I’m supposed to be, how I’m supposed to look, how I should parent, how my house should look, how my family should behave…that if I don’t conform, then I don’t matter or I’m less than…what an impossible race I often get caught up in.
You remind me of the verse from Jeremiah 1:5, telling me that, “I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations.”
As I spend time with you, my savior, in the quiet, I am aware of this robe you clothe me in. A robe of righteousness, dignity, respect. The finest robe of love. Warmth, comfort, and peace settle in my heart.
Being clothed by you in this robe restores my dignity. Telling me I matter to you, and that my worth comes from the way you love me, the way you look at me. I am a daughter of the King. When you wrap me in this robe, it feels like a warm hug to remind me that I have a Father who cares about the details of my life. It feels like being bathed in sunshine on a beautiful spring day, reminding me that the Creator of the sun and light uniquely and intentionally created me too.
Thank you Jesus for this robe of righteousness that can only come from you. Thank you for the dignity that you restore in me. May I never forget whose I am and that I am deeply loved by you. Amen.
My Heart, My Home 