My Evil Twin

About a month ago I ordered one of those tools to help me in my attempts to make a banquet dress for those special occasions when we cowgirls get all gussied up in period correct clothing and make our grand entrance to the awards banquet at one of our larger matches. Those of you that know me, know I am not a seamstress, but I keep trying. There are so many patterns available now that would make awesome dresses. Something keeps pushing me forward in my attempts to actually do it.

As I thought about truly making a worthwhile attempt, the thought crossed my mind that a “dress form” would certainly be a worthwhile investment. Convinced of this, I discovered that my local fabric store not only carried them, but they were now on sale. I took this as another sign that I was heading in the right direction. The sales lady was sweet and helpful, and after taking my measurements we decided on the correct form to order. With great anticipation, I placed my order and waited.

Just a couple days ago, “SHE” arrived. Yes, SHE. She is supposed to be my “twin”. I carefully removed her from the carton with the help of Dogie. Wow, she looked good. I could see immediately in taking her measurements, that for her to match me, I’d need to do a “little” adjusting. This form is very well made and easily adjusted, so I proceeded to measure myself in all the key spots the instructions required and move the knobs accordingly. Oh my! This was an eye opener. After about 30 minutes of measuring and adjusting my now “evil twin” stood before me. Headless as she is, none the less, that was me. My first impulse was to screw her adjusting knobs back in a ways (a good ways), but that is not an option when the purpose was to have a form that matched me and aid me in making a garment that fits. Yes, I want it to be pretty, but for it to be pretty, it has to fit.

My schedule and commitments have been such that I have not had an opportunity to start my sewing, but as I have now had a few days to think about “my twin” and study how she really looks, I, of course, will be trying to lose those unwanted pounds. I really want to move those knobs in to a more pleasing size. It’s important that my temple be fit so I can achieve my best. But in addition to that, “SHE” made me start thinking about another aspect of my life. What do others see in me as they come to know me? Do they see a woman of faith, a loving wife, a caring grandma, someone they would like to spend time? I may have been forced to examine my physical body after making the adjustments to the dress form, but what about my spiritual body? I need examination there too. Am I really who I think I am and who the Lord would find pleasing in His sight? Do I have the right motive in my Christian walk? Do I put God’s will for my life upfront and foremost? Where do MY adjusting knobs need adjusting? And, being honest with myself, they certainly do. These are questions I will ask again and again. I can walk miles and miles down life’s paths, and miss His will for me by assuming I know the way. I cannot possibly know the way without seeking and studying in His Word for His direction for me. That, my friend, is a daily commitment. Never before have I realized how important a commitment of daily study is in His word.

It may have taken a dress form to remind me of what is important, but I am glad it opened my eyes to more than just dress size. It opened my eyes and revealed to me a huge responsibility I have as a Christian. As the song says and my prayer is - that when you’re looking at me you see mercy, when you’re looking at me you see grace, when you’re looking at me you see saved, for I’ve been saved by His mercy and grace. I want to be a whole and fit package for the person that means the most, Jesus. Only through Jesus Christ can we be saved and claim eternal life.

In the sweet name of Jesus, Amen