Finding the perfect husband is about window shopping. Lisa Loeb wrote a song years ago that defined it quite perfectly. Lisa Loeb says you have to shop to find the perfect husband. I have been to the store quite a few times. I am like one of a million women out there browsing the shelves. At this moment in time I have chosen one off the shelves based on many different aspects of the material. I walked out of that store with high hopes that he will fit quite correctly. In the same aspect he, too, took a chance on me as he cautiously picked me off the shelves.
I began to ponder about Lisa Loeb’s lyrics. She was exactly right. Somewhere in our minds there is this “husband” store. A good friend and I laughed at a golf tournament a few weeks ago that we were window shopping for men. It didn’t mean we wanted any of them and it didn’t mean we were going to pick them off the shelf; it simply meant it was fun to browse the “candy.”
It’s as if we pluck the man off the shelf. He seems pretty good. He is a nice hue, a
nice smile, seems to be nice enough… nice, nice, nice. Isn’t that what I look for in a piece of clothing? Maybe he isn’t too expensive so when I check out he won’t break my heart before we walk out the door. I take him home and once I try him on as Lisa says, “Try me on; Take me home; The tags are on; It's still a loan; Warranty is in the sack; You can always take me back.”
We began to see the rips and flaws in his material. I sure didn’t see a hole in the sweater when I ripped it off the shelves. So as Lisa says we return him and, “Scan the shelves for something red; It's different; It's brighter than the ones you had to have; They didn't last; They just fade.”
Then I began to wonder. What happens once we take them back so many times? One girl after another picking out the one they thought was perfect at the husband store… they begin to fade. They are no longer pure and hopeful. Their spirits are all so different. Some come with too much baggage.
We sift through them one by one. Different colors of shirts, different styles, different smiles… and we desperately wish we could just be right this one time so it wouldn’t be so expensive on our hearts. Each time we return him to that shelf we are losing value as well. Our hearts are bruised, our material flawed. Some of us refuse to even return to the store. But, Lisa reminds us, “There's miles and miles of strip mall smiles; Waiting to check you out; And all the conversations; Not so subtle invitations; But isn't that what this is all about?”
Yes, there are so many, many pieces of material. Some of the best sit at the back of the shelf afraid of being chosen by the wrong girl. Some are surpassed as the girl browses for the one she only thinks can be her perfect fit. The hottest piece of material is thrown to the ground as women realize its only attire for a one-time event. Sometimes we feel as if all of the best have been picked over and we are staring into the sales rack.
We scour for the brightest, the nicest, the most this, the most that… but, what we have
to remember is we are searching for that perfect fit for ourselves. We’ve all picked out the hottest piece of material on the rack only to find out when we got home and modeled it in the mirror it just didn’t fit the same as it did standing in the dressing room. The trick is finding the one that isn’t perfect.
It’s flawed, it drives you insane some days, yet others fits like your perfect prom
dress. Once you find the perfect husband after trudging through the ripped material, after
pushing your way past all the other women in the store, after visiting the same store twenty times we realize throughout all of this window shopping… it doesn’t really matter who we think might be the key to fashion heaven … because really, God is the one directing us through each shelf… one by one.