Lather, Rinse, Repeat

     I wanted to feel flattered that She asked me on a second date.  Still, I couldn't escape the nagging truth- She had the ability to make of me anything She desired.  So wasn't I really the most easily molded clay She chanced upon?  But, isn't "chance" not Her gig?!  I decided if it is to be Her will, so be it.  (How funny to think I even had a say- I mean, really?!)

     So, what does one wear on a second date with I Am?  Our first meeting had been a blind date.  I mean, literally, I was without sight.  Had been since birth.  One touch of Her hands, however, and voila- the gift of sight!!  And what a vision She was!  She wore white (in retrospect, no surprise) from head to toe.  Daisies crowned Her golden hair. Her pantsuit hugged Her curves.  Her long legs gave way to dazzling gold flecked sandals. Even her delicate toenails were painted a glossy white.

     I showered, suddenly bashful of my nakedness.  Could She see me?  I lathered.  The soap bubbles that had always tickled my nose, I now noticed, were a marvelous yellow brilliance.  And, the shampoo, always a fresh scent, proved to be a milky green.  Once out of the shower I hastily grabbed my towel (lest She be watching!).

     With a chuckle, I realized it didn't much matter what I chose to wear- and guessed it was preordained.  Plus, She could always change it if it didn't suit her(no pun intended!).  As a visually impaired individual I had either dark clothes or white clothes.  The colors in between never held much significance before.  So, I donned a dark pair of chinos and a white shirt.  Glancing in the mirror before leaving, I resisted the urge to ask, "Can I take your order, Ma'am?" and headed to the door.  A true gentleman, my Lord's Shepherd, I grabbed the keys and went to pick up the Lamb of God!