When I mow the lawn or work in the yard, I wear workboots. All of the socks I own are no-show ankle socks. I don’t own any socks that I could wear with my boots. My husband does. The white athletic socks in his sock drawer feel nice on my feet, and I borrow them. Well, I really just take them without asking. I could quote him Matthew 5:42, Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you. Except I have never asked him if I could borrow his socks. I assumed he didn’t mind.
My husband just asked me what I was writing about. I told him it was about stealing his socks. He said,” Oh, that is where they go.”
Last week when I was in the sock aisle at the discount store, I thought to myself, “ I could buy my own socks. I don’t have to borrow my husbands socks anymore. I can buy my own socks.” I bought six pairs of black socks to wear with my workboots. They are warm and comfortable and they are mine. Taking care of myself in the sock aisle.
