“The funeral home called and the outfit that Mom picked doesn’t fit her. Can you come help me choose something else out of her closet?”

clothesBut her closet, it did not hold any outfit that would fit her discarded tent right now, so my friend Dave and I went shopping.

Dave knew what he did not want for his mom, and I so wanted to get just the right thing that would look good on that frail, earthly body she just left, something that her loved ones would remember with tenderness. So we looked, and looked and looked, but today’s fashions just did not seem to fit Dave’s 80-yr-old tender Mom. The outfits were too loud, too square, too thin, too see-though, too bright, too pale, too violent. And Toni, she had been a lady with style and soft mannerism, and the most beautiful smile, and none of what we saw reflected who she was.

And after a while, my heart got somewhat apprehensive–what if we couldn’t find anything?

“Lord, please,” I whispered, “lead us to the right place.”

And the Lord, He reminded me that He knew Toni like no one else did, that she was the apple of His eye, and He knew what would look good on that discarded body, and what would cause her family to be at peace with their last look at her. And He reminded me that He is good at fullness of provision, like the wedding where He changed the water into wine so that the groom would not be embarrassed, and the fish that held a coin big enough to pay taxes, and the baskets full of leftover bread after the disciples served the people–because He knew they were hungry too. So I took a deep breath.

And then, from the corner of my eye, I saw an old store with no traffic in it at all. We perused the racks. Dave found a very simple, elegant purple floral blouse with a little shell to go with it. It looked like Toni. We both knew it would be perfect for her.


The saleslady, thrilled with customers, was all over us, doing her best to convince us that her prices were the best, and that we could exchange anything we did not like for the next thirty days. Dave and I looked at each other and almost giggled; this outfit, it was going into eternity. It was just a send-off for the next chapter of Toni’s life. We added a scarf so we could hide the little hole in Toni’s neck.

Her body looked beautiful in the casket. The purple made her gorgeous face stand out.

And  my heart, it swelled with joy. Because my God, He is a God who provides, down to the right burial clothes. Ans as I looked at Toni’s discarded tent, I remembered how she loved to sing, “Jesus loves me, this I know.” Indeed, Toni, Jesus loves you. And me.

Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp

one-thousand7#892 The privilege of picking Toni’s burial clothes

#893 My broken toe healing well

#894 The sense of God with me during the day

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