Saturday, June 4, 2011

The Story of a Necklace

I want to share something with you that on the outside may seems petty in it's significance, but it's emotion runs soul deep.

Yesterday morning as I prepared the boy's breakfast I was a little frazzled.  I had been trying to keep them quiet as Don had been on night shift, and was trying to sleep, and they were being unusually noisy. I had told them to be quiet a number of times, and then it happened.  Jack picked up the necklace.

Now, you are going to need a bit of back ground onthe necklace.  I bought this necklace last weekend at the Conference.  It is beautiful and shiny and girly.  Most importantly it has a large heart shaped glass bead at the bottom. For the last many years, I have not bought anything pretty for myself; I just haven't.  I have been on a journey of stripping myself bare of all refinements and adornments because I had been wearing them for the wrong reasons.  It was a God journey, and definitely a story for another day (I may share it if you ask).     Another reason that I haven't had any of these 'pretties', as I call them, is because the boys end up using them for treasure or pirate apparel and they get broken.  This particular necklace though, I was very particular and guarded about, because there is a story involved and this one I will share now.

At the conference as I was sharing with the other ladies, God spoke to me about buying something pretty for myself from him.  At first I thought that was a strange request, so I just went to look at what was on offer at the stalls.  I looked at the crosses,that were all bejewelled and they looked overstated and almost garish to me, not something that I would like.  As I walked around I got talking with a lady on the '26 seconds' stand.  This organisation works at getting children and young women out of the sex slave trade in various countries.  Every 26 seconds a new girl is sold to the sex trade, that is how it get's it's name. I looked down and saw all of the beautiful jewellery on her table and she told me that the women make this jewellery to sell and it provides them an income to live.  I LOVED the string of red beads, they were beautiful and understated and shiny.  God said no.  I kept looking and there it was, pastel pink and glittering with a huge glass heart.  "This is yours" he said.  I bought it, and as I walked away, God said "This necklace is a reminder to you that I love you and I am pleased with you, and most importantly it carries the promise that I have placed in your heart.  It will remind you of Sam's new heart, it is coming."  OH, OH, OH how my heart soared the rest of the weekend and still does.

And so back to the busy kitchen.  Jack is holding the necklace in his hand and before I can tell him to put it down... it breaks and I hear the beautiful shiny beads hit the wooden floor each making their own plink, plink, plink, a hundred times over.  And so I just screamed and then I cried.  I literally sat in a corner and cried.  I called out, "Can't I ever have any thing beautiful, just for me!  Is it wrong to want something that makes me feel pretty!"  But more than that it was my gift from Him.  The boys cried too.  Mummy doesn't cry very often, not like this anyway.

As it happens the commotion woke my husband up from his slumber, he held me and told me what I needed to hear.  He cleaned up the mess of beads all over the floor.  I asked him just to throw it all out, just keep the heart.  It was gone.  Like every other pretty thing I had tried to hold onto.



This morning I woke to find this necklace draped over the computer monitor.  Completely restored, each bead in it's place, like it was never broken.  My beloved husband Don, had stayed up after I went to bed and re beaded the whole necklace.  I can't tell you what this did to my heart.  God has used this beautiful man to restore my broken heart and in the same moment restore his promise.

"Yes, Sam's Heart is broken, but it will be restored just like this.  It will not happen immediately but you will be surprised.  What you thought was gone will be made like new.  And you deserve to have pretties because I delight in you. "

And now I am lost for words...

8 comments:

Paula Vince said...

That's a wonderful story, Nicole, which I really appreciate. I'm sure the necklace's 'broken' episode will make it even more precious than it was before.
It's comforting to know that other mums have the occasional 'melt-down' too, as I got upset about something last night, dragged the family down too and felt really bad when it was over.
BTW, the necklace really is pretty.

Nicole Watson said...

Hugs Paula :) Yes I think we all have Mummy meltdowns at one point or another, but we are human and our kids need to be ale to see that too. Hope you are back to your beautiful bubbly self today.

xx

Narelle Nettelbeck said...

Oh this made me cry! Happy, lovely tears of joy for you! What a special, loving gift from Don. I agree with Paula, the necklace is even MORE precious now.

Nicole Watson said...

Hugs to you too Narelle. Glad to be able to share the story with you. Very blessed that you want to share :)xx

And yes, it is now much more valuable to me. Now I just have to find the courage to wear it again.

Snooky said...

Go Don!!

Nicole Watson said...

Yeah..he's pretty awesome Geoff. Love him to bits :)

Meli La Poeta said...

Wow! What a great inspiring story Nicole. You have a great husband to lean on and support you :-) God made sure you would have your necklace/heart back. God bless you beautiful boy, Sam. He is a gift from God.

Nicole Watson said...

Thanks Melissa, God speaks in the most beautiful ways. I'm glad that the story encouraged you. We are to lift each other up when we can :) xx

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