Monday, November 18, 2013

That Was God!

See that ring right there? The only one on my hand?


That's my wedding ring, and although some might consider miraculous that I'm married and have been for over 28 years, the real miracle is that the ring is still there. Let me explain.

Late Saturday afternoon, I went outside to let Leah, who had been penned up all day, out of the dog pen. It was the first day of hunting season (for deer, with rifles) and we don't like to leave the dogs loose for obvious reasons. I decided to work at cleaning up the yard while Leah enjoyed a little freedom. Cheyenne, our Sheltie, went too, with her blaze orange jacket on, so we were all set. I donned my gardening gloves and went to work.

I pulled the frozen marigolds from their pots, then started cleaning off the gladioli bed. I pulled up dead stalks and weeds, throwing them in the wheel barrow as I worked. Leah played with her favorite squeaky toy and I threw Cheyenne's ball for her to fetch every once in a while. I made two trips to the edge of the woods behind our house to dump the debris over the bank where it could rot up out of sight.


By the time I finished, it was 5:30 and almost dark. I called for the dogs, put away the wheel barrow, rake, and gloves, and headed for the house to start supper. Leah had disappeared, which caused mild concern, although she doesn't usually stay gone for long.

Once inside, I took off my jacket. As I reached to hang it up, I realized my wedding ring was gone! Of course, I immediately panicked. Not only was this ring my wedding ring, it was my grandmother's ring as well, making it doubly special.


I simply could not loose it! Amid my agitation, my addled brain managed one sensible thought: it must be in my glove! I raced out to the shed, picked up my glove, and...


nothing. No ring. Now the panic was accompanied by a multitude of bad feelings: fear, dread, disappointment, sadness, and that very sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

With full darkness closing in fast, I ran back to the house for a flashlight. Retracing my steps, I looked outside the shed and along the route I'd taken with the wheel barrow to the dump site. Nothing. The pile where I'd dumped the dead plants and used a stick to push them over was, well, hopeless.


Finding such a tiny thing as a ring amid all that yard debris would be next to impossible, especially in dark with a flashlight. I realized, too, that I would not be able to look for it in the daylight until Monday, as I was leaving before daybreak on Sunday morning to stay with my elderly father and wouldn't be home until after dark. In the three or four minutes that had passed since I discovered my loss, I had not stopped praying, frantically asking God to help me find that ring, to let me find my ring, to show me where it was, please, please God, let me find my ring!

Now, I believe in miracles and that nothing is impossible with God. Seeing the miracles in my life, however, doesn't come quite as easily as believing in the possibility of them. Several months ago, I started a list in my faith journal called, "That Was God!" I wanted to write down the ways, big and small, that were unmistakably God working in my life.


Saturday, I got to add a big one to my list because, I FOUND MY RING!!

I left the debris pile and headed through the yard to the flower bed I had cleared.


With the flashlight and my eyes glued to the grass and still pleading with God for help, I bent over at the edge of the bed, looking, looking, looking. I saw something. It didn't really look like a gold ring, just something. I reached down, and picked up my ring. Simple as that! And it hadn't been five minutes since I noticed it was missing. Make no mistake! That was God!!

Not long after, Robin got home and Leah showed up at the sound of his truck (smile). I met him in the driveway and shared my miracle with him, grinning from ear to ear and turning my ring round and round on my finger. Back in the house, I whipped out my journal and marveled at how sweet it felt to be able to add another miracle to my list. I wanted to write it down before the "shine" wore off and the ordinariness of life tried to convince me it was nothing more than luck.


 Now, when darker days come, I can get out my journal and rest assured that God cares about me and everything in my life - even lost wedding rings. And the sweetest thing is: He cares about you, too!

10 comments:

  1. Love the new header. How'd you get it so big? Also love the post. I have often asked God to help me find something I've lost and I have always been able to find it. Sweet miracles indeed from a God whose eye is on the sparrow.

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  2. This is certainly a wonderful miracle from our precious Lord :) I am SO glad you were able to find your ring, sweet friend. Our God cares about every detail in our life. Hugs to you!

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    1. It's not often we get such obvious miracles, is it? I feel especially blessed!

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  3. Now, that was a sweet story well worth waiting for - thank you for that. Made me feel uplifted. xxoo

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    1. It's always a double blessing when something that blesses me blesses someone else, too!

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  4. Nosing around your blog here after visiting via the Personal Photo Challenge...and came across this story! Thank the Lord for this obvious answer to prayer!

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  5. I love this story--and your willingness to give God the glory for the great things He has done in your life. I'm an avid journaler, and love to record the big and little things God has done in my life. Love to hear of someone else doing the same thing. Tomorrow I'm sharing a similar story on our blog that happened during the 9/11 tragedy. I am also going to link to this post--such a great encouragement to marriages. Thank you!
    Blessings,
    Debi

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    1. Thanks for stopping by my humble blog, Debi! I'm glad my story resonated with you...God is so very good, isn't He?

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