So the other day I was sitting, bored, in church. Have I mentioned that my husband and his family are Catholic, which means that little ol’ me drags her sorry ass to mass approximately 2x a year to play nice with the in-laws? (Ok, now I have, moving on).
Where was I? Oh yeah, church, bored…
So I started thinking about things. You know, like how stained glass it pretty and I really should wear my fresh water pearls more.
You know, important stuff.
When I was struck by this thought (bear with me… it might take a bit of explaining):
I was struck by how marvellous pearls are.
Clams get a grain of sand inside, which irritates them enough to respond by forming these layers upon layers of a shell to coat that grain and reduce the irritation. They take something that is a hardship of sorts and create beauty for others.
I don’t know about you, but to me there seems to be a lesson in that about remembering treat hardships with action and gentleness in order to create something new for yourself and others. I don’t know… it struck me as a very lovely thought about the things that nature has to teach us if we take the time to notice them.
So yeah, pearls… pretty dang amazing!