It was the summer of 2009. We had been living in Omaha, Nebraska for about one year. It would take only fifty more years to equal the number we had been in Minnesota. Sigh. It was humid outside. I’d gained weight. Even my wedding ring had gotten tight. It seemed like I was taking it off every day and putting it by the computer or on the window ledge.
Finally, fall was in the air. There was a smile on my face and a new spring in my step—except I couldn’t find my ring. I must have set it down some place different. But where?
I had looked everywhere—the bathroom, kitchen drawers, the pockets in all my clothes (including winter coats unworn since March), my car and basement shelves. There was only one conclusion. It is lost. More than likely, while in one of my multi-tasking runs through the house, I had put the ring in my hand to place it in my ring dish but also picked up a tissue or scrap of paper along the way. I had thrown my ring in the garbage bin with the trash in my hand. One would think I could remember the contents of my hand for more than 30 seconds. But it must be.
Every time I considered the lost ring, my heart would sink and I would feel sadness deep in my stomach. How could I have been so distracted?
As the days went by, my hubby was so comforting. “It will be okay,” he would say, “we can get you a new ring.” But I don’t want a new ring. I want the ring that is identical to his—the one that reminds me WE MATCH. Part of me just did not want to have a new ring made.
I’ll just go to Wal-Mart and get a thin gold band.
That will serve the purpose.
It will be fine.
That will serve the purpose.
It will be fine.
Months and years passed. I had a peace about the ring. But every few years I would find myself looking behind the books in the curio or feeling in the pocket of a long unworn sweater to see if it just might be there. It never was. Still, my heart would whisper a prayer to the Lord asking if He would help me find my ring.
I know it is probably in the city dump miles away, but You are a God of miracles, Lord—both big and small. I know You’re capable.
My husband went through a health issue in December of 2013 and it reminded us just how precious our lives and marriage really are. We talked about getting new matching rings. We decided to find a jeweler in Omaha and pick out a new design. “Let’s do that by our next anniversary in October,” we agreed. How fun!
In March of 2014, I was in Hendersonville, North Carolina, training with RTF International. My husband was at home with our son and while I had very busy days, I had a few hours each night to soak in the Lord’s presence and rest. About five days into my trip I got a call from my husband.
He started the conversation with, “You will never guess what I have in my pocket.”
The excitement in his voice was palpable so I said, “I have no idea but you better tell me RIGHT NOW!”
“I have your wedding ring,” he said.
What? He went out and bought new ones without me? As my thoughts raced, I questioned him.
“Nope. I have your original wedding ring,” he said (and I could see his grin in my mind’s eye).
But how? Where? Oh, praise You Jesus!
So he told me the rest of the story:
The financial secretary at our church works in the office with the copy machine. She had to move the copier to get at something (and that is no small task). When she did, she noticed a gold wedding band on the floor. She went to the Office Manager and explained that she had just found a ring and she didn’t know who it belonged to. Inscribed inside were a verse (Ecclesiastes 4:12) and a date (10-14-83). After a quick peek at the church database both exclaimed, “That’s Pastor Bruce’s anniversary date!” Within minutes it was in his pocket.
After my husband finished explaining what had happened, we chatted about God’s amazing faithfulness and we both sensed this was a very special gift to us from our Abba Father. After I hung up the phone, I was resting in bed and thanking the Lord for His great care and love for me.
As I prayed and sang scripture, I sensed the Lord speaking to me saying, “My daughter, you were right to release your ring to me and to go on with the plans and purposes I had for you. But you were also right to never give up expecting me to answer your request and believing that I would give you those things that you desire so deeply.”
I wept. I wept for His love for me. I wept for his favor towards me. And most of all I wept because this whisper was not just about my ring—it was about me. It was about Bruce. It was about our marriage. It was about our son. It was about our ministry. It was about our future.
Though one person may be overpowered by another, two people can resist one opponent. A triple-braided rope is not easily broken. Ecclesiasties 4:12 (GW)
How blessed is God! And what a blessing he is! He’s the Father of our Master, Jesus Christ, and takes us to the high places of blessing in him. Long before he laid down earth’s foundations, he had us in mind, had settled on us as the focus of his love, to be made whole and holy by his love. Long, long ago he decided to adopt us into his family through Jesus Christ. (What pleasure he took in planning this!) He wanted us to enter into the celebration of his lavish gift-giving by the hand of his beloved Son. Ephesians 1:3-6 (MSG)
For surely, O LORD, you bless the righteous; you surround them with your favor as with a shield. Psalm 5:12 (NIV)
Look here. I have made you a part of Me, written you on the palms of My hands. Isaiah 49:16 (VOICE)