Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Found

Remember when my in-laws gave me a pair of pearl earrings?  Remember how I loved them?  I really loved them.

And then remember when I thought Miles might have shoved one of those earrings up his nose but it turned out to be not my pearl earring?

I searched high and low all over this house for that earring.  I even bought a pair of fake faux pearl earrings because I just love the look of classic pearls.  But they just weren't the same.  And every once in a while I would hold up my one remaining real pearl earring and hope, hope, hope to find its mate.

This morning I accidentally knocked over a little ring dish that I keep on my desk.  My pearl earring rolled out from underneath it.  I looked back and forth between the pearl earring in my hand and the pearl earring that was still in the dish.  Two pearl earrings.  I had a pair.  I had a pair!  My lost earring has been found!

The rejoicing was great.

And it reminded me of this:

 “Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp and sweep the house and seek diligently until she finds it? And when she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.’  Just so, I tell you, there is joy before the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”     Luke 15:8-10


3 comments:

  1. I rejoice with you!!!! You are still our "pearl of great price".

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  2. I just love little gifts like that! Celebrating with you!

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