growing up in third world life was full of barefooted-until-threadbare-duct-taped-fashion. mix-matched was often god’s providing in full.
i remember a time in first world when joining women for weekend get away, i was confronted with cute after cute matched sets.
i felt less than. truth of god’s provision was buried under avalanche of comparison and it took more than moments to dig myself out.
D has pajamas in twice as large worn t shirt handed down by dear friend. holes and faded matter less than comfort in gift given with love wrapped round.
R, pajamas birthday gifted with pink polka-dotted matching.
in both there is play and imagine. rest and refreshed. conversations sticky with late night ice-cream and friendships strengthened.
god gifts are just that. gifts. hand me downs or matched set in world view—-provision gifted.
every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.
james 1.17 (ESV)