The Story of My Ring

I've been neglecting my TRUE blog followers over the past two weeks.  It sure is hard and time consuming to blog all the time I tell you.

Well how have you all been? (as if you could answer)

It's been a hard weekend.  Sunday was seven months since Yeye passed away and then on Saturday I lost my ring, yes both engagement and wedding band.  I was searching for it on Saturday and then all day at church on Sunday, I was pretty much moping around thinking how sad it would make me to have only been married for less than two years and not having a ring for the next 30+ years of marriage.  Kevin could buy me another replacement if I didn't find it RIGHT?  Um... judging that this is the second time I've lost the diamond, I don't think I would let him buy me another one.  But then I was thinking that if I didn't find it, every time someone got engaged or anytime I saw someone with a ring, I'd just be staring at it and then it'd make me mope again.

Best piece of advice?  Of course, from Mama.  "If you lose it, you lose it."  She said it is the heart that really matters. So I convinced myself that yes, I would rather have my marriage than the ring.  For real, I would.  But I want my ring too!

Best source of comfort?  A sermon on Sunday where I learned that "Jesus wept" after seeing Mary's brokenness.  My lesson was not to get mad at God, after all, it was my fault, but to be broken before him and beg him to help me find it. =)

Best verse? I know this is slightly or very superstitious but sometimes I "feel" like bad things happen because God wants me to read my bible. And so I picked up that NIV and found the perfect verse for me... Psalm 34:18..."The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."

Of course, by now, you already know that I have FOUND the ring. And I've learned that you never find things when you actually look for them. They just decide to show up.  Yay! celebration!