The Strangest Thing Just Happened...

I woke up this morning remembering "Pearl", the baby I miscarried. Today was Pearl's due date so he/she would've been a year old now.

I spent a little time praying for that baby and reflecting on Jeremiah 29:11: "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

And after that painful loss, we now have our Autumn. Part of God's perfect plan for us.

Of course I won't forget my Pearl and put on my twelve pearls this morning. This is when the strange part happened...

I was in the kitchen putting on my fancy bedazzled belt that goes with the cute pants I have on:

It's got little metal and rhinestoney studs stuck in it. As I was sticking in through a belt loop I heard one fall to the floor. I was all, "Awww, man!" 'cause they're relatively new and Dalton said, "Don't worry, Mom...I'll get it" and handed me...

...a pearl!

A pearl earring, to be exact...it was nothing from my belt at all (yay! by the way).

But here's what's weird: I still had both my pearl earrings in my ears. And the 10 on my necklace... I think I only own a single pair of pearl studs and here this goes falling on my kitchen floor on Pearl's due date anniversary:

(You can see that I've still got a pearl stud in each ear.)

Is that not bizarre?

I drove to Krispy Kreme with tears in my eyes but a little smile on my lips. A Pearl Day miracle. :)