When what God asks of you does not make sense ...

One day I felt the gentle touch of the Spirit of God that impressed me in my heart, "don't wear pants." I replied: Queeeeee! Are you sure?

I continued my conversation with the Holy Spirit that morning: "But Joyce Meyer wears pants and you wear her Jehovah. Do you still have to deal with her? And what about the pastor's wife and preacher who do you use the front so much? "

It was a long spring, there was no explanation I could give to my husband, my sisters, or even my church sisters. Only "God I'm taking off my pants." Nor could he explain to many. There were times when he just said with a smile: "I have determined to wear skirts", this was more accepted and understood than the previous one. He wasn't lying, it was true.

As I walked in faith, I noticed how my skirts and my nylons and my little shoes made me a delicate and tender woman. It made people stop to give way to me, to pull me out of my chair, to treat me delicately. My interior began to change with my exterior. I liked the treatment of women, that special treatment that a woman radiates, delicate, unique to her. Where she is not a "can-do-everything", but a woman willing to be delicate and ready to anticipate and accept the sweet and kind offer of healthy men who also in their hearts yearn to be hospitable, needed by a healthy woman also.

I met men I never knew were there, and I met a woman I never knew was there, me. A woman in whose heart lies delicacy and the desire to be delicate and pampered. I realized that what was innate from God in me had been drowned out by the great women's liberation that continues to grow today and whose purpose is to establish zero differences between men and women. Like that hidden desire, impregnated in me by society to be "supreme", equal to or better than, with the same rights as a man, began to mean a zero in my life.

Everything that began to happen around me began to complement my feminine being. Marvelous! When I asked for help, I saw that it gave my sons and even my husband a sense of value in being needed. And from there was also born a new appreciation in my heart towards being masculine in my home and outside my home. I began to look at men as strong beings capable of rescue and that "can-do-everything" in me began to die. With this burial, some phantom resentments that existed in me were also buried, but I did not see them. I lived life well, happily, but my Almighty God who knows the heart of every woman and of the woman whom He formed, how He formed her and in the order that He formed her, knew that I was missing something.

What is innate in me is not the desire to be a woman who lifts her foot as far as it can because she has "pants". My interior was crying out for that innate attitude of being a woman "without pants" and my attitude rebelled against the man because he treated me as a woman "with pants." I wanted the delicate treatment, I did not know what was happening inside me, and that is that the delicate and tender woman had been drowned and could not be seen.

This story soon reminded me of Eva in the garden and the offer of "more." History had repeated itself once more and I was the main protagonist. Now I put on pants, but inside me there is a suit.

When what God asks of you does not make sense, do it with confidence. Amen.