A story about the perfect dress

For a few weeks now I’ve been earnestly searching for ‘the perfect dress’ for a special event; right style, right colour, right budget. It’s been a bit of a palaver (yeah, First World problems, I know).

I had my eye on one in a department store but it was pretty expensive, so I bookmarked the site online and continued the search elsewhere.

Running parallel to all this was my brain, which was struggling with a separate issue. To cut a long story short, I had a pretty shocking attitude about a separate situation in my life.

I knew it was there, festering away like a, well….festering thing, but I’d not made the time to think it through or deal with it. Instead, I had a little whinge to friends (which always made me feel worse) and rambled away in my diary about the injustice, blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, last Saturday, after a glorious sun-soaked day on the beach, I got in and began the online dress hunt again. Where was the dress? There must be one online somewhere….must be….

And then as I was chuntering away to myself, feverishly bookmarking potentials, there it was; that little sharp nudge in the spiritual ribs.

You take care of your attitude.
I’ll take care of the dress.

Silence from me, while I thought that one through, followed by a pang of regret that I’d not done it sooner. I switched everything off for a while and put something right, which was long overdue.

I didn’t do it because I really believed the Almighty was going to turn up on my doorstep with the perfect dress, but more because I know from past experience, that the right thing to do is always, (wherever possible) try to live with a good attitude, resentment and anger-free.

I felt better – glad I’d done it. Knew it was the right thing to do.

Ah, but what of the dress? Well, consider it a coincidence if you will, but less than 24 hours later, I had a sudden brilliant idea, seemingly from ‘nowhere’.

I took a screenshot of the afore-mentioned perfect dress in the department store online and dropped it into Google images search, to see if a cheaper alternative was available elsewhere.

And lo and behold, there it was, in all its sparkling glory: the exact same dress, brand new, right size, right colour, for sale on eBay (the one I’d been drooling over), for sale at 1/4 of the price.

A highly tense bidding war ensued but I got it. After all that, it kinda felt like God had pretty much put my name on it.

So, in the grand scheme of things, with the violent, distressing world we live in, is it even right to consider that God cares about a silly dress?

No, I suspect He doesn’t….but it’s a universal, global truth that He does care about my attitude, about the sin in my heart, the secret things that no one else can see.

He’ll use whatever means he has, to crack through my dense skull. He did it so often in the Bible, he split the Red Sea in two, turned rivers to blood, sent locusts…and he even made a donkey talk. So yes, if the end justifies the means, I reckon he can also use a dress.