{"id":30,"date":"2011-08-22T16:36:45","date_gmt":"2011-08-22T16:36:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/one-church.net\/kathyaddis\/?p=30"},"modified":"2011-08-22T16:36:45","modified_gmt":"2011-08-22T16:36:45","slug":"prom-dress","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathyaddis.com\/?p=30","title":{"rendered":"Prom Dress"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had a very interesting childhood. <\/p>\n<p>I lived with my Mom during the school year and spent holidays and summers with my Dad. These were two completely different worlds. Dad lived in the country and Mom lived in town. Sometimes it was a major city, but usually it was a smaller town. <\/p>\n<p>I learned a lot growing up with a single Mom. Mom was married for part of my growing up, but for the most part it was just Mom and us three girls. What a trip! There was certainly an overdose of estrogen in the house, but I assure you it was rarely boring and it never lacked drama! Oddly, being the only female in my house now, with the exception of my son&#8217;s pet gerbil, I kind of miss it.<\/p>\n<p>Single parents like my Mom amaze me. I am astounded sometimes at the determination and resourcefulness I remember seeing in her. She is one of &#8216;those&#8217; people. You know the kind, the ones that can do anything or find a way to get it done. I know that Mom can&#8217;t physically do all that she once could, but I believe with all my heart that if she felt like it would help someone she loves she could make anything happen. <\/p>\n<p>Among so many other things, I learned resourcefulness from her. When we were growing up money was very often scarce, but somehow we always had what we needed. Here is just one example:<\/p>\n<p>When I was in 6th grade, our school went all out for graduation from Elementary school to Middle school. For this special occasion we had a dance after the ceremony, we called it a prom. We were expected to dress up and have hair and makeup done, the whole nine yards. Of course, I badgered my Mom relentlessly for the perfect prom dress. It had to be just so to make sure I fit in with everyone else. It was shameful. <\/p>\n<p>Mom&#8217;s reply for months was, &#8220;We&#8217;ll see.&#8221; As time drew closer and closer, the more I asked. Finally two days before graduation Mom broke the news to me that we simply could not afford a new dress and if I wanted to go I would have to wear one of my sister&#8217;s old ones. <\/p>\n<p>Needless to say, I was devastated. Not nearly as much as my Mom. I was too self absorbed at the time to realize it was killing her that she could not buy me the perfect dress. I know I cried and knowing me I probably threw a fit but eventually got over it and reluctantly picked out one of our &#8216;old&#8217; ones. <\/p>\n<p>The next two days were hard and I had decided that I would go to graduation and just skip the prom. That is until I got home from school the day of graduation. When I got home, my two older sisters drew me a bath and did my chores for me (if you have older siblings, you know how amazing this is!). When I finished soaking, they insisted on doing my hair and makeup for me. I tried to remind them that I was not going to the dance and Mom said the only way I could wear any makeup was if I was going. They ignored me and continued their task of making me feel and look beautiful. <\/p>\n<p>When the time came to put on my dress I was almost in tears because I knew I would have to wear the one my sister had worn the year before. Trying to be grateful for their kindness, I slowly walked into my bedroom where laying on my bed was a brand new (to me) prom dress. I just stood there too stunned and confused to say anything. I looked over and saw my Mom and sisters staring at me from the door. Mom had big tears filling her eyes and my sisters were grinning from ear to ear. I went to that prom and felt like the most beautiful and blessed 6th grade girl on the planet.<\/p>\n<p>To this day I don&#8217;t know how my Mom pulled that off and she still refuses to tell me, but it is one of my fondest memories. <\/p>\n<p>As I have accepted Christ and learned what it means to trust and rely on Him to be Jehovah Jireh, my Provider, I can look back and see how He had His hand on us all along. I always believed my Mom could do anything, I still do in fact, but now I know that  her strength, determination, resources and love come from Him. <\/p>\n<p>Now in those times that I start to freak out over finances or how I&#8217;m going to take care of something, I try to remember all the times He has proven His faithfulness in my life. The passage in Luke 12 comes to mind:<\/p>\n<p> 22\u00a0Then, turning to his disciples, Jesus said, \u201cThat is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life\u2014whether you have enough food to eat or enough clothes to wear. 23\u00a0For life is more than food, and your body more than clothing. 24\u00a0Look at the ravens. They don\u2019t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for God feeds them. And you are far more valuable to him than any birds!<\/p>\n<p>God chose to provide for us in so many different and creative ways when I was growing up and I am so thankful for a Mom who was determined to find those ways. I pray that I am showing my boys how to be resourceful, just as my Mom showed me, knowing that all good things come from the Lord and that no matter what, He will always keep His word.<\/p>\n<p>There have been so many times God has showed up and showed off in the ways He has provided for me. 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