Have you ever been in the store and as you leave you think, “Just a gosh darn second – I think I’m missing something.”
(This seems to happen most often in the grocery store.)
You re-check the list, maybe re-walk the aisles, with no enlightenment and you can’t shake that feeling.
Or maybe you don’t go to the store.
Maybe you’re in your bedroom reading a really great book…
a girl can dream right?
So maybe you’re in your bedroom reading a really great book and no one is interrupting you and you have chocolate (he he he), and you leave this idyllic scene with a mission to retrieve a specific something from the garage. You walk through your house with purpose and into the garage and five strides in you think, “Just a gosh darn second – why am I in the garage? What did I come her for” Or even worse, “How did I get here?”
Or maybe you don’t go in your garage, which I would chose if that was an option.
Maybe you get yourself ready for church. You get your choir music, you get your primary lesson, you get little people dressed and combed, you get even teenier people dressed, fed and combed, you get your organ music, and with four little helping hands you get all of the above into the car and drive down the street and think, “Just a gosh -
No. We’re already down the street and I’m not going to stop because you’re not buckled and get your shoes off your sisters hair-
“Mom?”
What?!
“We’re missing the Pirate.”
(That was just a scenario by the way, it never really happened. You hear that teenage Pirate? Your mother never, ever forgot you at home!)
Or maybe it’s Tuesday afternoon and a friend takes your daughter off for a play date with her daughter and four hours later – two minutes before bedtime – Mr. Right asks you, “So when are we supposed to go get The Princess?”
And you ask, “Princess? Go get her? Did she go somewhere?”
Because you completely forgot she was gone.
If none of that has ever happened to you then you’ll also have to imagine how I’ve felt the past five years and six months.
I felt the nagging, annoying feeling that something was missing, missing, missing.
Happily though, that feeling is gone now.
It’s resolution happened to coincided neatly with the surprising arrival of The Pearl.