This past Saturday, we held a memorial service for a 96 year old beloved pillar of the church. She was a remarkable lady that had left us detailed instructions for her service so the service was lovely and perfectly captured her spirit.
At the end of the service, an older usually cranky gentleman came up to me. He said, "I don't know the significance of this but I have a feeling I should give it to you." I held out my hand in which he dropped a tiny robin egg colored jelly belly. I burst out laughing (right at the end of the memorial service, mind you) and asked where he'd found it. He said he had seen it while sitting in his pew. It was perched on the decorative side panels near his seat. He couldn't imagine what it was or how it got there but figured it should be retrieved and handed to me. (By this, I'm guessing he assumed that only something as absurd as a jelly bean in the lattice work of our sanctuary could be attributed to your's truly.)
I told him the story and declared that he had found one of the missing 6. This actually got a hearty belly laugh out of the cranky gentleman. I declared with much enthusiasm that he had made my day and week, which gave him a bigger laugh.
I now have the once lost and now found jelly bean sitting on my desk. Its too dirty to eat and too precious to throw away. I'm not sure what I'll do with it but I keep hoping the other 5 will turn up and eventually join this bean on my desk. It would make for 5 more odd tails of jelly beans.