THE Pants

So just over two years ago I moved to the great state of Oregon. I love Oregon and pray everyday that the Lord opens a door (or maybe a window) for me to move back. Just before I moved to the Canyon, I bought a pair of khaki corduroy pants. In a VERY casual neighborhood and job, they were my "fancy pants". I distinctly remember wearing them for the first time. Every October these two dear ladies of the Canyon, Mary and Sally, host a dinner and evening of fellowship for the women in our community known as the Canyon Ladies' Dinner.

You know the feeling you have when wearing new clothes? You feel good, right. Okay guys, I know you feel good too, it's not just a feeling gals get with clothes - y'all feel good too! But I was excited that I had these new pants that fit me well.

Until I gained some weight. I didn't realize how "snug" these pants had gotten until I put these pants on for the Canyon Ladies' Dinner the following year (last year). But they were my fancy pants and it was like 10 minutes before I was suppose to leave and I had no other option. So I wore them. I was not comfortable in them, I did not feel good in them, and I could not wait to take them off and throw them away.

For some I didn't throw them away or give them to the Goodwill Store like I wanted to and probably should have. Instead, I shipped them back to Virginia with the rest of my clothes - which only about half of my clothes actually fit me the right way.

Well just last week they had the Canyon Ladies' Dinner and I wish more then anything that I could have been there for this occasion. But in this last week these pants have been staring at me like they actually have eyes or something, saying "Try me on! I'm your Canyon Ladies' Dinner pants". And all week I've mentally told these pants "No! You won't fit! You're a size smaller than the pants I'm wearing now."

Well last night, I pulled a pair of jeans out of the dryer, put them on then headed out the door to babysit some friends of mine's two kids. Their 4 1/2 year old stopped me at one point and asked "Why do your pants keep falling down and why do you keep pulling them up?" I replied with "Because my pants don't fit; they're too big." To that Trey suggested "Why don't you just buy new pants". Thanks Trey.

So this morning I walked into my closet to grab a pair of shoes to go on a walk and those Canyon Ladies' Dinner Pants were calling my name. So right then and there I tried them on and ta-da! They fit! I knew my pants were getting too big, but I didn't know they were that big!

So here's to you, Canyon Ladies' Dinner pants! Hopefully we'll have a couple of good wears before you get too big!!!!