The Perfect Fit: A pair of shoes tell all

Originally posted March 9th, 2016 #stillrelevant #theoldpressblog #oldpostsmadenew

So in recent times, I’ve been filling your heads up with fantastical ideas of princesses, true love and magic. The truth is your life isn’t much like a fairy tale, filled with princesses, true love and magic… but it can be!

Anyways allow me to take you back to the real world for a little bit where men can be clueless, you don’t suddenly discover that you have royal blood running through your veins and your arch nemesis is a girl named Harmony (if you’re a guy and you’re reading this, let’s just say you aren’t a soldier with mad combat skills and countless damsels in distress). Sooo Let me tell you about the day I bought my current favourite pair of shoes, yes I know I don’t seem like the shoes, hair and nails kind of girl and you would be right, I’m like one third of that, I’m more like a… meta girl!

So where was I? Oh yes, shoes… It was a pair of six inch, burgundy, suede pumps (one moment while I consult my colour chart), yes burgundy. It was for a particular occasion and I had already located the perfect dress, all I needed were shoes and accessories. Most ladies would squeal in excitement over the opportunity to go on the hunt for those things but I usually dread it, particularly when I have to do it with my girlfriends. People like to joke about the way guys shop; they walk in, go right for what they want, find it, buy it and get the hell out, now let’s go watch some football! I totally understand.

Anyways, I had started off with an idea of the colours I wanted to go with my dress and my friends gave me their expert agreement and so we headed out into the hot sun, going in and out of stores like we were making a chain (that’s a crochet reference in case you’re wondering and no I cannot crochet). I found the right accessories but the right shoes evaded me, I wanted to make the right selection not just because of the occasion but because I love shoes and as a college student I don’t have money to throw at things I’ll never wear again.

We walked into a shoe store and I was dead tired and ready to wear anything, or at least I thought I was. So while my friends walked about the store I took a seat, resting my weary legs. And it was there that I saw her. She was right in front of me, standing so regally on her tall slender legs, so confident, so sure of herself, in that moment she was everything I was not but I knew that if I could only slip her onto my feet I could become those things. I just knew she was the one.

“Did you find something?” my friend asked.

“I think so,” I said dreamily, still dazed by how captivated I was by a pair of shoes. Maybe I was just really tired of looking.

I just knew this was the shoe for me, but I hesitated because to me it shouldn’t be this simple, after looking for so long, I shouldn’t just walk into a store and find what I was looking for. In addition to that, it did not match the colours I had chosen for my accessories but it was way better. If I bought this shoes it would force me to change everything else, which wouldn’t have been that hard but would be slightly inconvenient.

My friend looked at the shoes as I tried it on and was like, “girl this is your shoes.”

And that was it, the rest was history, we were a match made in heaven. The shoes was the only one they had like that and it was in my exact size, a perfect fit. (Sighs deeply)

So what does this have to do with anything, well I will tell you. In my short but eventful time on this earth I have experienced my fair share of set ups, fed ups, let ups and should’ve-never-met-ups and I have not allowed anyone of them to discourage me from the beauty of romance. And so I was able to see something about life and love in this experience. It taught me that sometimes the perfect fit finds you and sometimes it’s nothing like you expected it to be.

I’m not a believer in the whole soul mate thing, I’m not that much of a romantic, I do believe however, that there is someone out there that can complement you in the way that you need them to, in terms of personality, ministry and purpose. And though I do not believe that God is carefully carving your future spouse from precious stone and will lower him on strings from heaven so he lands right in front of you. I believe that two people can meet and know then and there, like I knew with my shoes, that this is the person I am going to spend the rest of my life with. That’s kind of scary, the thought of it gives me heart palpitations, but I know it has happened and I’m not about to say it isn’t true simply because it’s scary stuff.

Now I don’t want you to misinterpret what I said to mean love at first sight, I do not believe in “love at first sight”, but I can dig “knowing at first sight”. Love, I believe is something we choose, something we work on, something we build, something that we need to be attentive to, if you disagree that’s okay, I won’t hold it against you.

I say all of this to say that none of us really knows who is coming our way and we can prepare all we want, we can plan all the accessories that will go with it but the reality is that God has a much bigger plan than what we can see or imagine. So when that moment comes and you’re facing the unexpected, don’t disregard it simply because it wasn’t what you planned. Sometimes the perfect fit comes along when we least expect it. So I caution you, don’t be a control freak. Continue to walk with and seek God knowing that his thoughts and ways are higher and his gifts are good and he will never give you a stone for bread.

Oh and as a side note, regarding those relationships that don’t work out and discourage the rest of us looking on. Regardless of what you go through in life and love remember that there is a bigger picture that God has painted so trust that it is beautiful. The way we love may not be perfect, because well we don’t always get things right, but God’s love is perfect, unfailing and true. So ponder on that for a moment. Now get out there and find that perfect fit or rather let it find you.

Be a blessing,

KellyP

From the original Royalty Press Blog (c) 2016