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Topic: The Prom (08/02/04)

TITLE: My Prom Date Lived in Heaven
By Dian Moore
08/05/04

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Like other girls, I longed to go to the Prom, but didnít have the money to buy a dress. At least a dress the ďinĒ crowd wouldnít look at before they fell on the floor, laughing and pointing fingers at the nerdís attempt at high fashion. So, I didnít go.

Instead, I bought a couple of bottles of cheap, strawberry wine and got pregnant on Prom Night. Me, the straight-A geek with a promising future, was with child. One nightís passion, sparked by the pain of not fitting in, left an imprint on my life forever.

Am I sorry? Yes. But mostly, no.

Yes, because the subsequent marriage ended in divorce. I was an immature Christian lacking self-control and full of the need to control everyone else. I couldnít hear the voice of God and deprived my daughter of her right to live in an unbroken home. If only I knew then . . .

But like I said, mostly I wasnít sorry, because I was given a little girl. God had used my bad decision and turned it into years of joy, and pain. . . and more joy. He had heard me, even though I didnít hear Him.

Iíve only had one child, my Prom Baby who is now 22-years old. She is the most precious gift Iíve ever been given. She is my living example of how God can turn our worst mistakes into our greatest triumphs.

Some things stay the same. There are still too many girls who are like the lonely misfit I was. Poor and embarrassed by their poverty. No self-esteem. Canít fit in. Looking for love. Perhaps while wearing glasses on a pimply face with fine, dishwater-blonde, straight-as-a-poker hair that has to be electrified to hold a curl.

They will fill those hurtful places inside of them with drugs, alcohol and sex. And God will long for them to hear Him on Prom Night, and other nights when the heaviness of this world pushes them towards bad decisions. I picture Him hovering, wringing His hands, heartbroken for His daughters who canít hear Him, no matter how loud He shouts His love. I can see His face awash with tears, while His hand reaches out, desperate for His children to grab on.

I find myself in agony at times, watching the same thing happen over and over with girl after girl. Why canít they hear God? Why canít they feel His love? Itís simple, really. They donít know how.

They donít know how, because they arenít being taught to hear God, just as my parents didnít teach me about God. Some of todayís parents donít realize how much danger their children are in. And sadly, some churches are guilty as well. Pastors are afraid to preach the truth and risk alienating their congregations. We have a shortage of witnesses who are willing to reach out to a girl who is looking for her substitute Prom Dance.

Without earthly guidance, it took me many years to realize the dynamics necessary to hear God. I was deaf to His voice and loud with my requests. I remained deaf until marriage number two was over, 15 years after the Prom.

I cringe at the thought of how long it will take other young girls to hear God, and I pray for them to hear Him, to feel His love, to reach for His hand. Now.

I regret all the wasted years of being a Christian who prayed for forgiveness along with a poof of magic from God to take away all the bad things in my life Ė and while Heís at it, I needed Him to change all the people I knew.

Today? I can hear God clearly now, and He talks to me all the time. All I had to do was start listening and let the magic of a two-way conversation take place.

As for change, Iíve stopped asking for people and situations to change, but for God to change me, instead.

Twenty-two years and nine months later, I bet if I could have heard God then, He would have said, ďCan I have this dance? You look beautiful in that dress, and your hair is glorious.Ē His light on Prom Night would have lit the path where my feet belonged, making it easy to follow His lead.

And when I get to Heaven? Iím saving the first dance for Him.


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darlene hight08/09/04
Dian, what a powerful testimony!
Corinne Smelker 08/09/04
Simply lovely - and what a wonderful message to all those young gals who need to hear about the love of Jesus - you should try and get this published.
Lynda Lee Schab 08/09/04
I agree with Cori about getting this one published! Isn't God awesome to use the yucky times in our lives to create something beautiful!!
It sounds like you have truly learned some valuable lessons - ones you probably wouldn't have learned any other way...
Great job!
Blessings, Lynda
Kay Brown08/09/04
Amen and amen. Well done, sister. We will share joy forever with Him. Kay
Patricia Sheets08/09/04
This must have been a difficult article for you. There is so much to be said here. I hope it touches the hearts of teenage girls everywhere. Great job.
Joanne Malley08/09/04
Thanks for sharing your story with us. Through the pain and the darkness comes light. So glad you saw the light in the end. Now, you can finally shine! :)
Phyllis Inniss 08/09/04
Your daughter is lucky. The lessons you have passed on in this article will be remembered by her and perhaps shared with others of her age.
Donna J. Shepherd08/09/04
How wonderful to be so open. Loved this! - Donna
Jan Warrick08/09/04
Fantastic entry!!!!! Great message and wonderful writing.

Jan
Sylvia Spielman08/09/04
Dian, once again you have put the Love of the Father right in our faces. You are so blessed in the way the Holy Spirit speaks through your experience and your words. My pastor talks about people who have REAL gifts -- gifts sent forth from before the foundations of the earth were laid -- you, Dear Sister, have such a gift! Carry on!!
Carol Shaffron08/09/04
Dian, Our Father picks us up from the mud pits of life and cleans us off. In you I see a sparkling jewel that gleams through the darkness of this world's sin. No chance of self righteousness when you've been lower than the bottom. I guess we need to get out there and rescue them before they have to sink that low....
WENDY DECKER08/10/04
Dian, your story made me cry. It is so true, girls need to hear their know their Heavenly father loves them and they don't need to look for love in the wrong places. I wrote my article after being involved in a group called Lifenet trying to help girls learn the truth about abortion and help teach them God's plan for abstinence before marriage. I vote for you.
Lisa Beaman08/10/04
I am so glad that you are now able to hear God's voice & have a testimony to share. This was an inspiring piece.
Randy Chambers08/11/04
What can I say to add to the comments left here by the others? I loved it! I loved your beautiful, heartfelt words, and the message you shared. I thank God for using life to shape you into who you are today, and who you will continue to be while you walk (dance) with Him.
Lucian Thompson08/12/04
May I have this dance, indeed! God is surely dancing with you now. He will hold you tighter than any other and He will save the last dance for you. Stay with the one who took you to the dance of salvation, and dance well. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!
L.M. Lee08/12/04
great closing line!
Lorraine Quirke 08/13/04
This is a wonderful article. The last paragraph is the most heart reaching to me. I would want the same thing.
Deborah Anderson08/13/04
Beautiful story and well written. If only all of God's children everywhere could see themselves the way that He does. This helped shine some light on myself as well and I thank you. God bless you.
Karen Treharne08/15/04
An absolutely beautifully told story, Dian, and one that I totally related to from my own past. Your first dance will be with God...what a wonderful thought and sentiment. I can see the long line now. God bless you, and thanks so much for your heartfelt sharing.
Kenny Paul Clarkson08/15/04
Excellent. You get one vote!!!