Garment of Promise
Long before the palace… before the dream came true… there was a robe—woven in many colors—a father’s gift to a beloved son.
A symbol of favor. Of identity. Of destiny, whispered through thread and hue.
Though it was torn from Joseph’s shoulders, what man stripped away, God never forgot. In this painting, I saw Jesus—holding the robe once more. Not just Joseph’s… but yours.
A covering created by the King Himself. A mantle of mercy and promise, stitched with every part of your story: the golden moments, the crimson trials, the emerald fields of growth, and the sapphire depths of pain and transformation.
He holds it out—gentle, steady—not forcing, only inviting: “This is yours. I made it for you. Wear it again.”
You are not forgotten. Your favor has not faded. The story still unfolds—held in the hands of the One who weaves beauty from ashes.