Beautiful Bead Earrings

A few short months ago, my Gal-Pal Becky’s Mom was getting ready for the Park Avenue Festival. She made bead earings that never sold very well – but they were beautiful – and she loved making them. She really thought they were “something” – although she probably hadn’t sold three dozen of the damn things in all the years she crafted them.

On a warm summer night, Connie felt a little dizzy, couldn’t walk quite right for a few minutes, and seemed confused. Even though it was no big deal, her family insisted she go to the doctor. Doctor ordered some tests – brain tumor – inoperable –maybe four months to live.

“Pardon me? What was that you said? I don’t think so. I feel fine and I’m only 60-years old. You see, I make these bead earings….and teach my Sunday school classes…and………………….”

A few hours ago, Connie died.

We all know we’re going to die someday, don’t we? Naw, not really. Really can’t imagine it. This lack of true belief in our own death is probably necessary for us to live. And that’s OK. But maybe today – for just a few moments – we can look at the beautiful glass beads in each of us – and love them – even if no one else realizes how very valuable they are.


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