30 DoT: {day 6} an article of clothing

My tried and true, way too big, rough around the edges, giver of warmth, but most comfortable thing I own...Taylor University sweatshirt.
I remember purchasing it in our little bookstore on campus. I should not have splurged on it, but I did. My guess is that it has paid for itself by now with all of the wearings I have gotten out of it.
Maybe why this sweatshirt holds a special place in my heart is because it represents the most amazing college years a person could have in life. There is little left to represent those years for me and numerous others due to circumstances out of our control, but that's a long story for another day.
Only God in His infinite wisdom could have put this gal in just the right place at the right time in her life in order to learn, grow, experience, and enjoy all that my years at TUFW had in store for me.
Thank God for providing for me in the way of tuition, a job, friends, and the best of the best in Bible professors!

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