Last weekend, while doing laundry in the machines I share with the other condo owners, I lost a black trouser sock. I kept the lone sock, unable to part with it, because its mate could turn up again. You never know … So I tossed it to the bottom of my laundry basket, along with the other lone socks.
Then, after my workout as I was changing back into my street clothes, I noticed I had lost an earring. A new earring. Since I'd only worn this pair once before, I just couldn't part with the single yet. So I slipped it into one of the pockets of my cavernous purse.
Yesterday I noticed someone had draped my black sock over the laundry room chair. Today I spotted something green and shiny beside the treadmill and recovered my earring.
It's remarkable how happy these instances have made me. I guess it's true that little things mean a lot. And that perhaps what I had lost and have since found is more than a sock and an earring. Keeping the single sock and the lone earring were unreasonable acts of hope that were rewarded. Maybe it was just God's way of reminding me to have faith in a positive future.
