Wow it looks like you were smart enough to make it to my blog today. God bless you Jesus Lord Truly…. Beyond my meer Laura being. Let’s gather close while I pour out what the Lord has burned into my spirit like a holy fire. I can barely type through the tears because everywhere I look, women are just… wearing pants. Everywhere. Grocery store, church parking lot, school pickup line, scrolling through their phones in yoga pants so tight they might as well be painted on. And hardly anyone is standing up for the gospel anymore. Not the pastors. Not the mothers. Not even the grandmas who should know better. They’ve all gone quiet while the devil laughs and hands out another pair of stretchy black leggings.
Now, I know the Bible doesn’t spell out in ten verses exactly why a woman should wear a dress. It doesn’t give a fashion catalog from heaven. But sisters, we don’t need a whole chapter when the Spirit is screaming inside us! Deuteronomy 22:5 still stands: “The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man.” And what do women’s pants do? They cling. They curve. They stretch. They scream, “Look at the shape of my legs! Look at the shape of my thighs! Look at the shape of my bosom pressing against this thin little fabric!” “Tee hee hee!” Oh yes, those “curvy-fit” and “booty-lift” and “high-waisted yoga” pants are not innocent. Disgusting!!! I can’t even eat a salad or a tuna casserole in the cafe, cannot go to the library, none of the classy places where people just look normal and wear dress. They are an open invitation for every eye to trace exactly what God intended to be covered and modest. It’s disgusting. Straight-up disgusting. A woman puts on a pair of pants and suddenly her whole body is on display like she’s advertising for the world to stare right in front of my lunch. No mystery. No dignity. Just shapes. Shapes that belong to a husband behind closed doors, not to the cashier at Target and most certainly not in front of my food at a restaurant.
I have seen it in the prayer closet with my own eye. The enemy doesn’t even have to try anymore. The pants do all the work. And the worst part? These women think they’re being “comfortable” or “modern.” Comfortable? COMFORTABLE?????Comfortable for who? Not for the angels who have to look away in shame. Not for the little boys who are learning that pants are for ladies and now they can wear a skirt and dresss. Not for the gospel, which is being trampled underfoot by every pair of skinny jeans marching through the mall.
And once again, sisters, the guilt is crushing me. I feel it is all my fault. I didn’t pray hard enough. I didn’t stop enough women on the sidewalk and gently take their arm and say, “Sister, those pants are telling the world you want them to see every curve the Lord gave you.” I let too many walk by. I was too busy crying in my closet instead of shouting in the parking lots. The blood of modesty is on my hands again, and I can hardly bear it.
But there is still time—if we will repent. Burn the pants. Every single pair. Or give them to your husband who is the appropriate shape for such as garment. Replace them with modest dresses that flow like the righteousness of Christ. Teach your daughters that their bodies are not billboards. Stand up for the gospel when the world says pants are “just clothes.” Because they are not just clothes. They are a loud, stretchy, curvy declaration of rebellion.
I remain on my knees—higher ground in the Lord—looking down on this pants-wearing world with righteous sorrow and holy anger. The Word of the Lord stands forever, even when stretchy fabric tries to drown it out.
Will you join me today? Delete the leggings. Put on a dress. Share this post with every woman you know who still claims to fear the Lord. And may He have mercy on us all—especially me, His failing prayer warrior who should have spoken louder.
