Sunday, July 17, 2011

Small Miracles

Yesterday, I tackled my closet. And when I say tackled, I mean it. I keep all of my paints, clay, craft supplies, sewing supplies, and yarn in my closet in addition to my clothes. Over the past six months as I've been preoccupied with school, Kelly (and the other kids, but mostly Kelly) has been helping herself to whatever is in the closet, which wouldn't be so bad if she returned things to where she got them, and put other things back that she moved out of the way or tidied up in the slightest. Let's just say, that's a dream that's unlikely to hit reality until she has her own kids and starts to realize how disorganization consumes life.

Anyway, my closet was a complete and utter disaster. As I was working, I was fighting my tendency to give up on projects that seem too overwhelming. It causes this depression and a kind of paralysis when I am faced with a task that huge. Nevertheless, I pressed forward and about the time that I was feeling super discouraged, I found a basket filled with miscellaneous items that needed sorting. I sat down at the table to clear it out, and when I dumped it on the table, I noticed something sparkly still stuck in the basket. Upon closer examination, I discovered much to my shock and pleasure, that the ring that I had put in my purse to get sized (right before it was stolen from my car) was THERE!

Stuck in this basket was a small miracle. Now this is not an expensive ring. It has a "blue" pearl and the teeniest of diamonds set in a simple gold setting, but I've used it since I first received it to remind myself of God's love for me, that each person is a pearl of great price in his eyes, and that I should value myself and everyone I meet. It's also symbolic of the gospel to me. When I happened upon this ring, I felt certain that it was God reminding me of all of my blessings, and his sure knowledge of the things that give me pleasure. I know it was a small thing, but to have thought these several months that it was gone forever, and then to find it in a place where it ought not to have been, gave me such peaceful joy. He truly knows our hearts!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What a gift. The reward for tackling the job. He's faithful. Love ya, Inger