There is a time for everything and a
season for everything under heaven… a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time
to mourn and a time to dance. (Ecclesiastes 3: 1,4 NIV)
The dress went over my head and
snuggled too tightly around me middle. Unfortunately, I hadn’t tried it on
before leaving to spend the night at my Chris and Anne’s home.
“Does it look too tight?” I asked my
teenaged granddaughter, Ashlyn.
Her sweet disposition wouldn’t allow
her to say, “Yes.” However, her eyes did.
“I brought pants I could wear
instead but not a top for church.”
“You could look through mine,” she
said.
If I could hold my stomach in for a
couple of hours, I could make it. I knew I had gained some weight but didn’t
think the dress would grasp me so tightly. Normally, the draped center
camouflaged bulges.
At church hundreds of people passed
me and many stopped to talk as I greeted them before and after the service.
Occasionally, I remembered to suck it in.
As I left church with Chris and his
family, Ashlyn stepped behind me.
“Grandma, your dress is lower in the
back,” she said as she looked at the front neckline too.
My hand went to the front of my
dress and grasped a tag. I couldn’t have.
One look at Ashlyn’s shaking head
confirmed my suspicion. “Grandma, you wore your dress backwards.”
“Maybe no one noticed.”
“You were a greeter with the
Connection team.”
She was right. Even though no one
said anything, there could have been hundreds of people who wondered why my
dress was backwards.
I burst into laughter. She cringed
and then laughed too.
Advancing age seems to bring more
goofs but also less concern about how people see me. I don’t take myself as
seriously as I used to.
After years of tears, laughs now come.
Dancing joined my grief. If my incident makes someone laugh, I am glad because
it continues to amuse me.
Dear Lord, thank you for the seasons of
life and changing times. Help me to laugh at my goofs and go on. Amen
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