Over a decade ago, Wayne, Julia, and I sold, stored or packed our worldly belongings. We boarded a plane for a new adventure–a new life in Odessa, Ukraine. Communism had just fallen. Our vision was broad, our hopes high, and our experience nill.
It was so hard to say good bye to family and friends. We parted with tears and hugs, and set our faces toward the former Soviet Union.
Before we left, a dear friend, Laurinda, gave me a precious gift of a pair of earrings and a necklace. They were garnets set in silver. I loved the setting; it was artsy and beautiful, but most importantly, it reminded me of Laurinda.
Laurinda Rose is her full name, and that is what I call her. She is like a rose in friendship and love. But she is spicy and saucy in personality–a hard worker and a great friend. And that is why I love her so much. She is a blend of many wonderful things. Most of all, she is a beautiful picture of a true wife and mother and one who is dedicated to serving God and others. Her life always challenges me to higher realms.
In the course of that last eleven years, I have lost and found that pair of earrings three times. The first time I panicked because I could not find them anywhere. We had traveled over so many miles–throughout Ukraine, Eastern Europe, and Europe. I prayed and found the earrings tucked in a dark corner of a drawer in our apartment in Odessa.
The second time I lost them was in Budapest, Hungary. We were visiting dear friends who lived there and staying in a hotel. I brought only one pair of earrings–the Laurinda earrings–for a ten-day trip. And on the first day, they were no where to be found. I panicked again and scoured the whole hotel room, my suitcases and bags. I looked for three days. They were simply gone. It was so sad, because they represented my dear friend.
I prayed again. And the thought came to me as clear as a bell: Look in your orange slippers.
Yes, there they were, buried in the toe of a pair of orange, hand-knitted slippers. I have no idea how they got there. But the answer came so clearly and directionally.
The next time I lost the earrings was just a few days ago while on vacation in Colorado. I went to put them on and found only one in the bag. I panicked. My earrings, they are finally lost. I looked through all my bags, on the floor and in my purse. I looked in the rented car, and I followed my trail. I looked under the furniture–everywhere.
So I prayed. This time the answer came a day later: Look on the top of your makeup bag. And there it was snagged on the top. It gleamed as I unsnagged it and put it on.
This blog is to say God answers prayer and cares about small things.
It is also to say I appreciate an enduring friendship like Laurinda’s. With or without the earring connection.
As I write this, the earrings are dangling on my ears. It is so good to know where they are!