Lost: Diamond Ring

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Early in our marriage we didn’t have much, but I did have my diamond ring, a symbol of my husband’s love.

I had placed my rings on the kitchen counter before I began washing dishes.  When finished, I went to retrieve them. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a bare counter.  I looked on the floor.  No ring.  I got on my hands and knees and checked every inch of the floor.  Still no ring.  My hands shook as they held my spinning head.  I pleaded, “Oh God, please help me find my rings.  You know the number of hairs on our heads.  You know where the rings are. Please show me.” I went from room to room, searching every nook.

When Glenn came home from work that night, I explained between sobs and broken words, “Rings…can’t find.  Looked…everywhere.  Forgive me.”

Glenn tried to console me.  “Maybe when I get my vacation bonus in a few months, we could replace them.”

I looked at my bare ring finger.  I knew there was nothing else we could do, but wait.  I went to bed with a heavy heart.

The next day I needed to wash clothes.  I proceeded to turn on the cold water faucet, but it did not respond to my efforts.  The washing machine was wedged in between the kitchen counter and the back door.  I nudged the machine away from the wall so I could obtain a better grip on the faucet.  As I did, I noticed something sparkling on the floor.  I took a closer look and gasped with joy as I found my wedding band and my diamond ring.

I thanked God for answering my prayer.  This incident revealed to me how much God cares about the little things in our lives.

Claudette Miller


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