I needed pants. Black pants. Preferably short pants. Cargo pants. There was a pile of pants. On sale. Even better. They were khaki, olive, brown, and white. Really? White?
I searched and searched. And tried on many. But none would suffice save one. I finally found one lone pair of black pants. Fortunately in my size. Hanging amid other articles of clothing. They were hiding. Waiting for me.
But I had a special job for the black pants. Otherwise I never would have purchased black pants in summer. Too hot! And the other colors were calling me. With my black pants clutched to my side, I was off to the pile.
I gravitated to the brown ones. Strange. But brown is elegant when paired with the right colors. I headed back to the fitting room. Love. That’s what it is. When you find a piece of clothing, pants in particular, that fit just right.
Very next day, but I had to wear them. I felt chic. And the rivets fascinated me. They represented various metals. Silver, bronze, gold, but then there were also a few rhinestones scattered within. You could really pair anything with them.
And there was a belt. What a deal! A matching belt for such a price.
What a deal until my first trip to the bathroom. The belt increased my bathroom time 100%. I never wear belts anymore. Who does? Except to keep mens’ pants up? It’s not like we tuck anything in. It’s not like anyone can see the sparkly belt.
But they are a part of the pants. The belt will irk me every restroom trip. But I will continue to wear it. The pants are just so-so without it. The belt completes the look, even if no one can see it.
Of course, next year is another story. I might outgrow the belt’s intrigue.
One restroom trip. Yes, I said that. It occurred to me that we are to wear the Belt of Truth. And I have been beltless. And it is freeing. No constriction/restriction. And it is strange to have a belt on again. And I only wear it with the matching pants.
The black pants have no belt whatsoever. And I keep them in a safe place until the right day. They have a purpose. Once their purpose is finished, I will wear them weekly. Beltless, I am sure.
Surprise. There are no more books in the Bible with a 4:13. Rough day.