The Pearl

Whenever sorrow comes, be kind to it. For God has placed a pearl in sorrow’s hand. Rumi

It’s a funny thing about those pearls. They’re only found in the depths of the ocean floor. Hidden in the deepest recesses out of sight and out of reach. We cherish them for their purity and beauty but truth is most of us wouldn’t choose to make the long journey down to uncover them. Instead, we’re happy to enjoy them in the bright light that lingers just above the water’s edge.

And then something happens. In our case, it was those letters, blazing red and in all caps, POSITIVE. Doug and I had both tested positive for COVID–19. And before I could fully recover or comprehend what was happening, Doug became very sick. And, day by day, I felt like I was being pulled down, down, down, into those darker and darker waters where I could no longer see or navigate. And, yet, it was in those very depths, at those very times, just when I felt I could simply go no further, that the pearl somehow found me—the one God had put there in sorrow’s hand—waiting just within my reach. And it seemed to say to me . . .

You are not alone. I am here with both of you. Place all of you, and all of Doug, in God’s hands. And rest.

Rest. This is the blessed gift of the pearl that God leaves in sorrow’s opened hand. Blessedly, in times like these, I often imagine myself laying down, with all the despair, struggle and fear, to rest fully in the cupped hands of God who, alone, I know can carry me through. And, in such moments, my quiet, still, heart can only wonder, “What greater gift, treasure, could there possibly be?” For now, my sorrow’s hand has become God’s hands.  

Some folks think it’s only spiritual to stay on the surface and to bask in the sunlight wearing that new strand of pearls. That somehow the darkness of the deep waters is outside of God’s realm and purview. I would disagree. I believe it is God’s true purview. While the mind loves to surf off the shoreline, the soul alone knows the true depths. All I know is that the deepest love I’ve ever known, been shown, lived has happened in those deep waters where I’ve found the only true rest in those cupped hands of God.

We blossom, not in spite of, but because of. I can already hear the deepening whispers and etheric melodies breathing through my heart ready to burst out singing on my walks at 3 Feathers this summer. I know I will look at Doug across the room a little longer and smile that smile only he knows. I know I’ll hug my children a little tighter and spend time treasure hunting with my grandkids a little longer. For nothing brings us to life like just the threat of death.

Gratefully, Doug is doing better day by day. Me too. I only had mild symptoms which allowed me to care for him as I’ve been able. But even as we make our journey back to normal, I find I still hold that pearl close—the one from the dark depths. And when I am just still and quiet enough, I can still hear it speaking:

Remember that it is out of the depths that I come to shine in the light of day. No darkness, deadly current or undertow can erase my gift for you. No matter how hidden I may seem, I’m always waiting for you. Swim deep. And know you can always find me nestled there in your fingers, right where God has left me. . .

illuminating your sorrow’s hand.  

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4 responses to “The Pearl

  1. Beautiful message, Stephanie. Peggy and I are so relieved and grateful also.

  2. Ahjan

    The gift of the Pearl, “illuminating sorrow’s hands”, wow!
    This was so beautifully, and powerfully, written. Reflecting on my own river trip mishap I physically felt the water’s pressure on my chest. Had I not also been gifted with the Creator’s beauty beneath the surface and the re-breath of the moment’s release, I might be also stuck experiencing the darker undercurrent of the darker waters. Who wouldn’t prefer to spiritually stand at the water’s edge admiring the sparkles?
    I am grateful for the many times you have shared your experience of “dying to the Self” while being gifted with your still breath-filled appreciation so that we might remember.
    Continued healing to you both!
    Thank you!
    (And then a book of blog’s offerings come to mind)

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