Reprise is defined as a repeated action, especially a repeated passage of music. As I look back over the last twelve years, how can I keep from singing? How can I keep from singing the song of Redeeming Love?
The purpose of this blog is to revisit things I've learned. I decided a blog is the perfect way to share this sort of thing because people can follow it if they want to but it is not directed at any particular person or group of people. It has a different feel for me than an email would. Maybe because it doesn't need a reply, although comments are welcome.
I was going to begin with the Anasazi experience, when our family went into the wilderness but it really began with Lynette's first date and my wrestle with the Creature from the Black Lagoon. Lynette was asked to the Christmas dance, a formal affair. We went shopping for the perfect dress. We found the perfect dress, but it wasn't perfectly modest. We continued looking. After trying on tons of dresses, exhausting all possibilities and patience, we decided to buy the dress. By some wild flight of imagination, I thought I could fix it. How could I know that the beautiful dress was a monster in disguise?
After a few days of thinking about it, I hit upon an idea and went to work. I immediately ran into problems. One problem was that I wasn't seeing so well. The dress was black. Black on black is the worst! Another problem was that the material was slick and difficult to work with. Then my sewing machine started acting up and breaking down. The light bulb also burned out.
The back of the dress was low, so I added a series of fabric strips. Rephrase that. I tried to add a series of fabric strips to raise it. Lynette would put it on. I would pin what I was adding on--I would pin it profusely. After I pinned and pinned, she would take it off and I would sew it exactly where I pinned it. Then when she tried it on again, the strips would not be in the right place. I would pick it out and try again. The dress truly seemed to have a mind of its own. I started calling it the Creature from the Black Lagoon.
By Friday, the day before the dance, I could see that I had a real problem. I started doing some serious praying. Saturday, just before she went on her date, I was still trying to finish the dress. I was pinning and crying when Scott came to my rescue. He helped me pin and pin. I took it off of Lynette and sewed it by hand because by that time my sewing machine wasn't working at all. I sewed it so carefully, then tried it on Lynette. It still didn't work! I took it apart and pinned it one more time. Then Lynette went off on her date. I sewed it one more time. When she came back home to get ready for the dance, she tried it on again and miraculously it worked that time. I admit I kind of sewed her into it. She looked beautiful!
I knew that Heavenly Father had heard my many fervent and frantic prayers. Only with divine intervention was I able to subdue the monster dress. I had a sense that this wrestling match was some sort of allegory of my life. I felt that this experience held a promise for me that if I would pray, have faith and keep trying in trials and struggles, Heavenly Father would bless me to finally overcome. Over and over again that has proven to be true.
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