Colossians 3:12New International Version (NIV)
12 Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.
So... on a Friday afternoon, the bride to be and mother of the bride to be, found a beautiful dress, a dress we felt would be perfect, but then we also felt we needed confirmation...
So we made an arrangement to have the father of the bride there and then the mother of the groom was invited, and so with this group, we went back to this tiny store on a Saturday morning, the second and last day of the sale...
It was busy in there... young ladies getting dresses for proms, or bridesmaids getting their dresses for friends getting married, moms fussing over their girls, the sales ladies (3 generations... mom, daughter and granddaughter) helping to fit the dress better by tucking or seeing if they can let out a seam or two, and in we walk.
Quickly the dresses I had put aside were pulled out, and since I had already received so much attention the day before and the fitting rooms were full, I was put in the back room where I could change. It was open and exposed. The son of one of the staff was there, ready to help his mom clean the floor (because of all the snow), was told strictly and firmly not to exit the little room that he was working in, and pulled the curtain across the door. He seemed like a good kid, so I decided to trust him to obey and went along and changed.
I had forgotten about another dress that I really liked, but it really showed up my belly in the photo, not something that I would like to see in my frozen images! So I resisted even trying that one on again and put on the princess dress. I had put on a proper bra this time and it fitted even better! I danced out of the back room, so happy to show off my finding from just the day before, but the others did not feel quite the same way.
Comments started flying, and then a thousand (or it certainly felt like that) dresses started being brought to me. Black ones, long ones, short ones, pink ones, silver ones, beige ones, tighter fitting ones, looser ones, large sleeves, tight sleeves, no sleeves, long sleeves, short sleeves and confusion began to reign. My little haven of princess was swept out from under me and no I longer had any idea of what was to be.
My poor husband felt like a square peg in a round hole, and had no idea what to say or do. He dutifully stood there and nodded or shook his head.
Meanwhile the mother of the groom was trying on some dresses as well. She had found a stunning one which looked so good on her. She has a different figure, a different personality, and what suited her would not suit me, and then some words were said that would determine the outcome of the choice of dresses for this time... if the mother of the groom wears a short dress, the mother of the bride must wear a short dress, so it was declared and all the joy came crashing down, the walking on air turned to walking through mud and the atmosphere was heavy.
To crown it all, our stomachs were beginning to tell us that they had not received any sustenance for a while and sugar levels had dropped. This was something that I had, for many years now, made sure would not happen, for when sugar levels drop, tiredness and irritability set in. And I especially become irrational and nasty. I began to tell myself that I should not have invited anyone else along, I should not have tried on any other dresses, I should not have.... the list went on, but now it was done and there was no undoing. What would I do? I had to talk myself out of caving in and falling apart and had to make a decision... a decision which had to be made today if I wanted to get that beautiful princess dress, since the days that followed would see that price flutter right back up. I had to talk to myself because I listen to myself more than anyone else. This is a fact that holds true for everyone.
Oh me, oh my... I frantically prayed and tried on the dress one more time, and one more time and made a decision and of course, the mother of the groom went without her dress, even though the bride to be said it was quite acceptable to have the one in long and other in short.
So now what? Now I have a beautiful dress hanging in my closet, waiting to be worn at a wedding in May and I still need to get one for the other wedding! But this one was all that I had asked God for it to be... a good price, to suit me and be liked by the bride. A beautiful dress that makes me feel like a princess. That fits so well with the deep plum and the blush dresses. My heavenly Father knew. I trust Him fully, He alone is to be trusted and feared, and I know He worked it all out. He is so wonderful.
Jeans and T-shirt is NOT an option. And my God has provided in His wonderful way.
And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.