Pantyhose and Prayer

On my way into church from the parking lot I realized that my pantyhose were rapidly becoming knee highs. 

I continued talking to my friends as if nothing was amiss, but inwardly I was praying that I would make it to the safety of a nearby restroom before the top of my pantyhose sagged below my skirt. My prayer was answered and I was able to hike up the hose and tuck the elastic-weary waistband into other undergarments. 

On my way into the sanctuary I considered that, given said dilemma, I might need to worship less enthusiastically than is my custom. That is easier said than done at our church. 

While one cannot modestly assess pantyhose progress in public places, I felt as we neared the end of worship that I was holding up well. What I had not anticipated was the Spirit moving on my heart during the sermon. When our pastor asked for those desiring prayer to come forward, everything within me wanted to respond.

But I was held captive in pantyhose prison. 

I knew that God could meet me right where I was, but I longed to pour out the desires of my heart in prayer at the altar. Instead, I sat down. 

As the service concluded, a new friend, Clara, took one look at me and asked, “Are you ok?” 

“Yes” I said, all the while trying to gauge the current status of the pantyhose problem. I decided that they were up—literally—for the walk to the car, so we began to make our way through the crowd. Along the way we stopped to greet more friends.

As Clara and I waited for the rest of our group, she asked again, “Are you sure you are ok? Is there anything I can pray about for you?” 

I don’t know Clara well, but I do know she is a woman of prayer. So I told her what was on my heart. Without hesitation Clara commenced to exhort me in the Lord. She rattled off a succession of Scripture verses that could not have been more perfectly suited. She encouraged, she blessed, she spoke truth into my life. And she concluded with a promise to pray for me concerning the very reason I had longed to go forward. 

When I arrived home I gratefully removed the problematic pantyhose, which obviously took little effort to bring down. As I sat on the edge of my bed, Clara’s sweet exhortations flowed through my mind. And I smiled to think how committed God is to reaching out to me when I am not “up” to reaching Him. 

"I will answer them before they even call to me. While they are still talking about their needs, I will go ahead and answer their prayers!"  (Isaiah 65:24 NLT)

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  1. I love this story, Kim. A perfect picture of how God meets us where we are...literally!

  2. Thank you, Vonda, for taking time to read and comment. I agree: I love how God shows up....everywhere! So grateful to be His!

  3. Oh yes...God is good. A wonderful story. Thank you for sharing.

    1. Thanks for reading and commenting, Beth! God bless you BIG!

  4. Your story is delightful and one we may have all found ourselves in a similar situations in at times. God knew your request and send a friend to pray even if you could not make it to the alter up front.

  5. Oh Kim, this made me laugh! I lost my elastic-worn tights at church this winter. The entire service my mind was on whether my less-than-shaved white legs would make a bold appearance! Well, I waddled to the restroom and had to take them off. Fortunately, my skirt was longer than usual so I didn't put anyone into shock!
    I love how God didn't miss a beat meeting your need for prayer by supplying the comfort and encouragement of this sweet sister. He's so good to us!
    A wonderful post!
    Here via Gail's!
    Blessings to you ~ Mary

  6. I really feel for you here. I read this and I thought, oh my word, that sounds like a nightmare! It's funny how big the little things can be.

  7. Dear Kim
    This is hilarious! You should have taken those problem shooters of in the rest room. I am enjoying such a good giggle now. Truth be told, I think our Pappa God had a good laugh in heaven when He saw your dilema!
    God bless you, Kim

  8. I love how God meets us where we are even when something like this holds us back. Your stories are always a welcome treat, Kim. Since some of your other commenters have talked about similar situations, I'll share one too. It happened to a friend's mom soon after she had a baby. Her panties were so stretched out from the pregnancy that they fell off while she was walking into a movie theater. She just walked out of them and kept going! : )

  9. I'm glad I'm not the only one with garment issues. I have too many stories to share :). Thanks for being "real". And I'm glad God protected you from a fall :). Keep sharing hope! I found your blog on biblelovenotes link up

  10. Now if God would only answer the prayers of starving children.


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