First, the sermon of casting your pearls before swine was... WOW.
I've never been so... (is it weird to say) Loved on in a sermon before.
I've found that its okay not to give your pearls of great price to anyone and everyone. I may be doing that here in this blog, but I guess thats part of my blog. Those who come here must like to read it, otherwise they don't come (har har, I laugh at myself.)
But a pearl comes with with a great price because it was something that I worked at.
pretty much a pearl is a piece of sand or whatever that gets into an oisters mouth, and it irritates the oister so it covers this thing with layer upon layer of smooth "whatever" on this thing till it is smooth and ... a pearl.
So the pearls in our lives are the painful things that we can't ignore and we work at and work at until it is a precious part of our lives.
Pigs take and eat anything. When the rubber meets the road, a dog will return to its vomit and a pig after being cleaned, to her mud pit.
They have no concept of what precious compared to scraps is.
Why would I give my very best, my most precious parts of my life to those sort of people?
This is an ubelieveable realization to me.
Thoughts have definitelly been more defined and its actually encouraging to think about this because it finally holds up my accomplishments (with Jesus) of my Character as pearls.
I've always had a special spot in my heart for pearls. I'm begining to realized why.
Dimonds are very gaudy. They boast of their beauty, when really, they are just rocks that have been reshaped, chipped away at and made into something they never were before.
Pearls however, don't SCREAM and sparked their beauty. They've always been more modest about themselves being a treasure. They seem to have a quieter sense of beauty, you know?
And this is what I've seen: it is because it was a piece of dirt, a piece of dust molded and refined, organically smoothed over, and worked at (worked at from its being dirt) and made into this thing of great price - it came with a great cost.
And then there's the parable of the pearl of great price, and of a man selling all he had to buy a feild where the pearl was to be found.
What pearl would be so wonderful that a man would sell all he had for it?
I always thought of the pearl as God.
So someday, I sort of hope that my engagement ring will be like this: 2 little dimonds with a pearl in the middle. We've been chipped away and made into the people that can now be brought together, but in that process, what would have been dirt had we not waited on Gods timing, because this beautiful treasure between us: and that pearl would represent God, the waiting, .. just EVERYTHING that holds us together.
so yes, pearls mean very much to me.
The releasing part?
I was told I am not called to meet specific needs right now.
Truth is? The person who told me this was absolutely right.
This is my life verse right now:
1 Corinthians 7:32-35
But I want you to be without care. He who is unmarried cares for the things of the Lord—how he may please the Lord.
But he who is married cares about the things of the world—how he may please his wife.
There is[a] a difference between a wife and a virgin. The unmarried woman cares about the things of the Lord, that she may be holy both in body and in spirit. But she who is married cares about the things of the world—how she may please her husband. And this I say for your own profit, not that I may put a leash on you, but for what is proper, and that you may serve the Lord without distraction.