My incredible Credibility Suit

I have a magic suit. It’s gray with a pleated edge at the bottom of the skirt. The long sleeved jacket is shaped and makes me look like I weigh. . .well, anyway, it’s flattering. I know it’s a magic suit because I have never worn it without someone telling me they like it. Once a black lady in a wheelchair in the grocery store said, “That’s the best looking suit I’ve ever seen.” Today, as I exited the OKC temple, a lady was going in. She turned as we passed and said, “Great Suit.”
I like my suit even better because I only paid $14.00 for it at Ross. I did have to take the jacket in a few inches to get it right in the waist. It’s made of 100% polyester and comes out of the washer and dryer looking brand new. I have named it my Credibility Suit. I look inCredible in my Credibility Suit.
When my friend, Marianne Silver called me a couple months ago and asked me to speak at the Stillwater Relief Society Women’s Conference, on “Symbols of Light in the Scripture”, I knew immediately that I would wear my Credibility Suit. My topic was so exciting to me that I might have worn a flour sack just as well, but I’d be double-strength in my Suit.
I bought a new shirt to wear under it, but decided to wear the old one on the day of Conference. I took 10 minutes consulting my husband about which jewelry would be best. It couldn’t be too loud, or people might pay more attention to that than my subject. It couldn’t be too subtle or it might not support my credibility. I found a necklace with just the right elements of color and size.
My daughter, Tricia, her friend and I drove to Stillwater. It was almost time. Marianne was introducing me. I glanced down before I stood up.
There was toothpaste dripped down the front of my Credibility Suit. My mind went back to the time a bird pooped on my nose and down the front of my shirt just as I went into my high school. “How does this happen?” I wondered.
But then I got a miracle. The toothpaste didn’t disappear, but as I spoke, I didn’t need my Credibility Suit. All the preparation, all the insight and inspiration I had received came pouring out. I moved from point to point with the grace of a ballerina and the audience moved with me. I could see the pleasant tears of inspiration starting in their eyes. They loved the truth! They loved the scriptures! The windows of heaven were open and the Lord poured out a blessing that there was not room enough to receive!
“How is it done, Lord?” I marveled.
As I rushed out afterward to get to the afternoon sessions of the Writer’s Conference ninety miles south, I saw a friend in the hall. “I’m sorry I missed your workshop,”she said. “But wow, that’s a great-looking suit.”