I was walking up the romantically lit cobblestone pathway at one of the resorts here in Hope Town last Tuesday night. The moon was blindingly bright contrasting the black sky, and the stars were twinkling away. A cool breeze blew lazily across the resort. Behind me, I could hear the waves crashing on the shore, and a faint, “Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!” getting louder and louder. Curious as to the source of the swooshing sound, but not curious enough to turn around, I continued up the pathway. We had just finished our ladies Bible Study, and I was ecstatic about what God had revealed to us all as we tackled John 19.
Before I reached the road, I suddenly heard a loud, “Fwap, fwap, fwap!” accompanying the swooshing noise, and then felt a tap on my shoulder. Spinning around, I came face-to-face with a stunning, middle-aged lady wearing a long aqua coloured dress and sequined flip-flops. Her and her family had travelled from the States, and we had chatted with them at church on Sunday. Unbeknownst to me, she had been chasing me up the pathway (I credited the ‘swooshing’ and ‘fwapping’ (lol) sounds to her having run in a floor-length dress and flip-flops)!
She began excitedly: “You were wearing a dress at church that was short in the front, and long in the back! I just got married this weekend, and for the wedding I was wearing a dress that was short in the front, and long in the back!” I told her I like to call them ‘mullet dresses’, but then quickly remembered she said ‘wore this for her wedding’ and realized it was probably a social blunder for me to tell her she wore a mullet dress at her wedding, but.. she laughed politely none the less.
Anyway.. I passed along my congratulations to my new stranger/friend, who then told me how her dress was not a typical, white dress – instead it was flowery and pink. Then, out of the blue, she asked if I wanted it!
I’ve never been offered someone else’s wedding dress before. What do you say in that kind of a situation?
She insisted that she would never wear it again and that she thought I was the perfect person to put it to continued good use! I chuckled and, after a little more convincing, gratefully accepted it.
The next day I found the most beautiful, flow-ey, flowery dress and matching pink belt wrapped neatly in a bag on our door handle. It fit perfectly. Wearing it to church yesterday I was flattered by all the compliments, and I thoroughly enjoyed sharing the story of how it was someone else’s wedding dress (I love making people smile, and smile they do when they hear that) and how I was blessed so randomly by a stranger’s kindness.
I think this was also a tender and tangible example of God’s gracious gift giving (Matthew 7:11, James 1:17) and His intimate knowledge of me (Psalm 139). He used this lady, whose name I found out to be Martha, to ‘speak’ to me one of my top love languages (gifts). He orchestrated our run-in together because, funny enough, this was one of the first nights I’ve ever had to run down and return the key to the cozy house we hold our Bible Study in with the restaurant manager. Undoubtedly, if I wasn’t down the pathway for those brief few minutes, it is highly unlikely she would have found me again (this island is small, but it’s not that small). I look on this as another demonstration of our great God pursuing and wooing his children.
So, thanks for the dress Martha, and sorry again for the mullet comment..! I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, but I shall remember your kindness and share it / smile about it for a long time. The dress is awesome.
With blessings & hugs,
17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.