“Oh dear…”

It began with the box arriving.

We’ve been waiting for the bridesmaids’ dresses for a while.

It’s understandable that it takes time to make them, and then more time to ship.

As I took out each dress and hung them up, I thanked the Lord.

One step closer!

But hours later, Sis came over to try on her dress.

“Mom, I want you to see me in my dress.”

“Okay, give me a minute.”

I walked in and just stopped.

“Oh dear…”

“What can we do?”

Ordinarily, I’d be cheerfully trying to figure out how to tuck or alter it.

But I just stood there.

After a few moments, I walked over and tried feebly to pinch the sides or tuck it.

I really didn’t give it much effort.

I’m very far from a seamstress.

But I know enough about sewing to know there was no hope on this.

Sis had me take pictures and she texted them to a seamstress.

Afterwards she called and the verdict was final.

Return it.

There was nothing else to do, but search for a new dress.

Sis is eight months pregnant.

It was a bit daunting to even think about where we might find a dress that would match the wedding and allow for her growing baby bump.

I began to search the internet for nearby stores, while Sis called her husband to relate the turn of events.

He was as supportive as ever.

Sis then called the different numbers I’d found, in search of an opening.

(For those not versed in Bridal stores, they frown on walk-ins or refuse them completely.)

We were both surprised and pleased to find a store with an appointment at 4:30.

I texted my husband, to let him know.

Left instructions for the rest of the afternoon with Jase and Anne then hopped in Sis’s SUV.

I texted a friend asking for prayer for this.

The ladies at the store were very kind and understanding.

They went right to work trying to find something.

After about six dresses, I was feeling a bit concerned.

Our sweet grandbaby was getting tired of the store.

Nothing was really working.

And I knew I was going to be needing to head home before too much longer.

The next dress in the lineup caused me to look at it twice.

Sis looked at it and said, “Mom, that looks like it will fit you, not me.”

The lady in the store told us the dress size.

Our eyebrows shot up.

“Well, I guess I can try it.”

We were very glad she did.

Although she did try on others, she purchased that one.

Just as we were driving away, my phone buzzed.

My friend had texted me she was praying for us.

I smiled.

Texted her back.

God had answered.

Not only had He provided a dress, it was on major sale and she got it for just over half what she paid on the first one.

Praise God!

It’s details like this which point me back to Jesus.

My mind can’t even guess the odds of finding a dress which fits perfectly, allows room for baby bump to grow, looks lovely, matches the wedding colors and style, and was on Clearance.

“Praise God, Sis! This is a miracle!”

As always, if we trust in the Lord, He will sort out every detail.

No, it won’t always be what we think we want, but it will be exactly what we need.

Philippians 4:19 KJV — But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for providing for us. Thank You for walking us through these things and guiding the details. Lord, I know You have all things in Your hands. Lord Jesus, please help me to continue to praise You no matter the circumstances. Please continue to teach me to rest in Your will for every detail of life. Thank You for this new family, our daughter and soon to be son-in-law. Please bless them, their marriage, and their ministry as a husband and wife. Thank You, for all of this, Jesus. Amen.

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