Monday, April 12, 2010

Sometimes it Takes a Two by Four

We searched for my wedding ring for an hour and a half.  I cried and I mean really cried; sobs that did nothing to help find it but did reflect how I felt.  I was kind of surprised by my reaction.  I have always loved my ring.  But in that hour and a half, I realized my ring is the one material posession that I love deeply.  I love looking at it... love when the sunlight catches it just right and little rainbows appear... love the weight of it... love the coolness of it when I put in on.  My ring is insured, so I could replace it financially.  But when faced with the idea of not having MY ring - the one Chief put on my hand - I realized I did not want it replaced.  I wanted MY ring and all that goes with it. 

I should back up just a bit.  I took my ring off to go running Saturday morning and put it in it's normal spot on the back of the sink on the little stopper thingy.  After returning from my run and getting ready, I reached for my ring.  It was not there.  I immediately knew Little Man had gotten a hold of it.  In the past, he put a gold band down the over flow drain the sink.  So I figured he put it in there.  I started to panic.  I started searching, everyone started searching.  Chief took the sink apart, but it was not in there.  To really know if it was caught in the sink, we would have to remove it (and probably replace it and repair the tile).  I started to cry.  I could not imagine where it was.  Chief figured he threw it (like he does most stuff).  We looked high and low, I tried to convince Little Man to take Mommy to where he put my ring.  Nothing. 

Finally, I started to pray.  I asked God to please let us find it.  I thought about posting on facebook - "prayers needed right now."  And, you know what?  About 5 minutes after I prayed, Soccer Girl found it.  She found it on top of a dresser in our room behind a picture.  Little Man did throw it and it landed up there.  I had just looked on that dresser.  Coincidence, I don't think so. 

My first reaction is not usually to pray... it takes me a while to think of that.  It took a two by four Saturday morning for me to realize I need to take my requests, desperate needs, and worries to God first!  I can't do this by myself.  God, I might need a few more two by fours before I really get it.  But I certainly got it Saturday morning, loud and clear.  I did not miss it.  Thank you.

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