New International Version (NIV)
28 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!
I like this old picture of three sisters, or maybe a fourth if you count the doll looking over the oldest sister's shoulder. Everyone's hair is styled the same. Is that choice or fashion or had their mother just emptied her store of energy and creativity? I marvel that my mother was able to clothe her own large brood of children. We knew we'd get two school outfits each year and an Easter dress and somehow the rest of our clothes came together and got handed out and handed down. We may have looked like ragamuffins, but we were clothed in love through the provision of our Heavenly Father, Mom and Dad too of course.