My maternity clothes hung there, looking nice but not very warm. My warm sweatshirts and sweaters were folded neatly in the drawer, now too small for me. Even my bulky college sweatshirt clings in an unsightly way.
I glanced over to my husband's side of the closet. His sweatshirts were in the laundry waiting to be washed. Wallowing in self-pity about the weather and my belly that looks like it is seven months pregnant when it really is just five months pregnant, I put on some mismatched layers. "At least I don't have anywhere to go today." I gathered up the laundry and started a load before sitting down for my morning devotions.
After a look at the Bible reading plan, I turned to Matthew 6.
"Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?"
My own bad attitude stung. To think of my grousing about clothing as I stood in a closet full of clothes that I just didn't like all that well.
With the words of Psalm 6, I began to pray,
"O LORD, rebuke me not in your anger...Be gracious to me..."
God lifted me from my pettiness and filled me with JOY, melting my cold heart with the fire of repentance and forgiveness. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you for new mercies, for daily bread, for living water, and grace.