Birthday hike

Last week as we waited for the garage door to open, I decided to fix my crazy mom bun before we started our commute to Nate’s school. As I pulled my hair up, my ear tugged and I heard a clinking sound. I touched my ear and I immediately knew my earring had fallen off. Somehow my hair must have gotten caught between my ear and the earring clasp.

My everything

I searched the car for hours. Every crevice. Stuck my fingers in every little hole. Vacuumed with so much diligence with my handy-dandy see through mini dirt devil; to no avail. My diamond isn’t gone. I know where it is, at least the vicinity. I just can’t wear it.

My little explorers

Surprisingly, I don’t feel too bad about it because I’m ( weirdly) being comforted by the fact that I know where it is. And there is hope that one day, as I get in the car, something will sparkle and I will see it. And I will be overjoyed.

My girls

I like to believe that He is saving the find for a day where I’ll need an immense inflow of joy. I find myself believing it to be a truth; an event yet to take place.

This is hope. This is faith. Believing in the unseen. Believing that goodness will come.  I’m choosing to hope, and I know I’m very good at hoping.

My rock of faith holding our redemption

💛  Happy Tuesday 💛