Look what hangs over my desk at work. I love it. It inspired me to write a blog about pearls and the importance of grace under fire. But the piece ended up being kind of unoriginal, so I scrapped it. Let me tell you this story instead.
When our daughter was in high school, she had friends with double (or more) ear-piercings, other piercings, and a few even had tattoos. So it didn’t surprise me when she asked if she could get a second earring in one ear. In retrospect, it wasn’t a big deal. But she was so fresh-faced and pretty. Why step off that slippery slope? She’d be punching holes in her eyebrows next. Right?
So I lowered my voice to a confidential level, even though we were alone. And I told her, “We don’t do that. We wear pearls.”
I never had to say another word on the subject, except on her high school graduation day, when I told her how beautiful she looked in her very first pearls.
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