Clothed in Confidence.

Flashback to freshman year of high school. After my outfit was posted on a private story, I felt like a deer in headlights. As I walked down the hallway, I heard whispers, laughter, and saw pointing fingers. 

For months afterwards, I over-thought every outfit I wore. Most nights, I stayed awake late trying on clothes until I could not see the floor of my closet. I thought I longed for a perfectly styled outfit. However, what I truly longed for was to cover my insecurity and hurt. I thought if I looked like perfection, I could escape the sting of rejection. If I had it all together, my classmates could not see I was falling apart. 

The words of Luke 12:27 say, “Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith!”

During this experience, the Lord clothed me. However, He didn’t clothe me with physical garments. Through the rejection, He clothed me in strength. He clothed me in love. He clothed me in confidence, not reliant on the opinions of others, but confidence in who He says I am. I learned my identity does not come from name brands, but from the name above all names.