A Robe of Righteousness-One Size Fits All
I have memories of cold mornings as a child where my mom woke me up to dress me for school. It was always dark and cold outside on these mornings. Her efforts to draw me from the warm blanket lined nest met limp resistance as she coaxed me to get ready for school. I remember the fuzzy image of her drawing me forward and encouraging me to get up as I was lifted out of the nest to start a morning routine. My goal at six years of age was to escape as quickly as possible to the warm nest again! There she would find me and proceed to dress me as I lay on my back trying unsuccessfully to go back to sleep. Some mornings a warm cloth was used to wipe the sleep from my eyes to facilitate cooperation with the wake up process. I can still hear her voice as she instructed me to cooperate as she slid my socks on my small feet. Next a shirt and pants or a dress and tights were put on my small frame. Then came the shoes after I was pulled to a seated po...