I was about to turn six years old. Many of the other girls
in my kindergarten class had their ears pierced, so for my birthday I asked if I could get my ears pierced. A few days before my birthday my mom took me to the
mall after school and she surprised me by leading us to the beauty shop where
you could get your ears pierced. I was ecstatic! I carefully picked out small
turquoise colored earrings (my birthstone) and marched proudly to the chair with the store
associate. We lined everything up and just before he made the first hole I
asked, “does this hurt?” He smiled and replied with a hand gesture to follow
him back to the sales desk in the store. Here he pulled out a piece of paper
and a stapler. He placed the paper in the stapler and quickly stapled the piece
of paper. Looking back on this event I suppose his illustration was to show how
quickly it would happen, but for a 5 year old child who was just learning in
school NOT to staple herself with the stapler, I ran out of the store
screaming.
It was not until I was 22 years old that I finally found
myself back in that chair to get my ears pierced for the first time. The first earrings I had were small diamonds, but I could not wait for the day
that I could “upgrade” to some of the fun earrings I had seen others wear. As
soon as I made this switch I found that I would pull a sweater over my head and
catch and pull them out, or my hair would get caught in them. So, the hunt
began for the perfect earring - something that looked good with an array of
outfits, but was not the bane of my existence.
Then I found pearl earrings.
The smooth and round features of this earring allowed for a
no-catch sweater experience, they never got caught in my hair, and they dressed
up and down quite nicely. What I did not know was that these earrings would
become much more important to me than I first realized.
In between my third and fourth year in college I became very
sick with an undiagnosed illness. I was living with a kind of chronic chest
pain that plagued me 24/7 for, what I would find out in the end was, 2 years.
During this time I found myself at a David Crowder concert.
In the second verse of his song “Everything Glorious” Crowder sings, “my eyes
are small but they have seen/the beauty of enormous things/which leads me to
believe/there’s light enough to see.” I stood there during the concert,
listening to these words, and my immediate reaction was to grab my chest. I
questioned how this pain could be beautiful.
On the drive home I continued to wrestle with this question.
It was in the quiet space of my car, driving along a flat and straight road in
Saskatchewan that I heard the Lord speak, “Becca, the beautiful thing about
your pain is that you will not be the same person you were when this is all
said and done. I am doing a good work in your life. I am molding and shaping
you, drawing you to myself, and you will be changed by it. That, my dear girl,
is an enormously beautiful thing.”

So I wear my pearls daily, not only for convenience, but
because they remind me that no matter what I am journeying through GOD MAKES DAMAGED,
BROKEN, and UGLY THINGS BEAUTIFUL.