A Little Miracle Just For Me

Having very few items left from my first husband, Tom, I cherish each with a great deal of love and fondness.  One of these items is a pair of earrings that Tom gave me the year after he died.

I know it seems impossible but I found a "gift certificate" for Tom. One that a student probably gave as a Christmas Gift several years before and he had never redeemed.  There were a bunch of papers that I almost threw away but decided to sort individually. And, there it was.  I called to find out if it was still valid and they assured me there wasn't any expiration date.  I decided to go by myself.  It was a lovely intimate jewelry store on Dodcanese Street in a nearby city that I actually love to visit. 

Tarpon Springs is a unique place.  There are the old sponge docks, restaurants, shops, bakeries, and the most amazing food any where. The primary income for many years was from the diving for and sale of sponges. The history is rich with tales of adventure and memories. I love to hear the stories my friends tell of bygone days.  The sponge economy is just recovering from a blight that killed the business years ago.  The surrounding town has grown into a "tourist" area to experience.

As I entered the store, an older gentleman rose from his desk behind an open area in the back of the shop.  I asked him what could I purchase for this gift certificate.  He showed me an array of items that were available and none were anything that "caught my imagination."  I said that I didn't see anything I could wear and started to leave.  He stopped me with a box from another case.  There in plain sight was the most beautiful pair of earrings that I had ever seen.  They had the "Greek Key" insignia wrapped in a circular form.  They were perfect. When I got home I saw the date was April 6. Tom died on April 7, the year before.  (How neat is that)

I lost one of the earrings three days ago.  My heart was broken.  I COULDN'T LOSE ONE OF THOSE.  As tears were rolling down my face in realization of what it meant NOT to see both earrings, I spoke aloud, "Please Father. Please, please, please.  Don't let that earring be gone. You know what those mean to me.  Please show me where it could be.  I can't lose it."  

I tore apart my bathroom and bedroom.  Nothing! The evening progressed.  I kept searching.  It was bedtime. I am using a nebulizer for my sinus infection so I reached down under the sink to get it ready to use, and there was a plastic bag on top of the liquid I use in my machine.  I started to move it and "My Voice" said, "Look in there."  

Inside were small items that I had gotten in Hong Kong.  I was sorting through them earlier that morning.  There in the bottom of the bag was my other earring.  How?  I remembered scraping the items off the top of the vanity back into the bag and the earring had been included.  I WOULD NEVER HAVE THOUGHT OF LOOKING THERE, but God did.  

Isn't it amazing that He even cares about something so simple.  He knows our heart.  I am grateful for so many things, especially the fact that He loves me and cares about me.  Thank you again, Father.