The Missing Wedding Ring

“Oh No, Honey, have you seen my wedding band?” Those were the words I heard last night just as we were getting ready for bed. I remembered it being on the end table along with his other ring Sunday afternoon. The gold makes his finger itch when our allergies are raging, so he had removed both rings and left them on the end table.

Monday arrived and so did the grandchildren. Can you imagine how fascinating little 3 & 7 yr. old girls find jewelry to be? Well, I do and as we searched before retiring, I knew in my heart that it had become an object of play and perhaps had been tucked away somewhere else in the house. Our searching continued this morning, but to no avail. We were both thinking that surely it would show up, but when we had both exhausted all the typical places it may have been placed, I began to think, well it’s really lost this time, but I’ll ask God for some help if it could be found.

As I settled down this afternoon with a good book, our phone rang and it was our precious daughter-in-law asking if Papa’s ring was misplaced. God is good! She had surprisingly found Papa’s ring in the 3-yr olds little purse. The purse had been carried home and casually tossed on her bed. Then as mom was making her bed the purse fell between the bed and wall. As she removed it from its hiding place and tossed it to the floor to finish making the bed, the ring popped out onto the floor. Oh My, whose ring is this she asked, as the 3-yr old replied. “It’s Daddy’s”. No Honey, it’s not Daddy’s, I think it might belong to Papa. Tonight when we met and I retrieved the ring, that sweet little face, with those great big eyes looked at me in the most sincere way and said. “Grandma, I’m sorry”. All is well in our household once again, thanks to God and His way of helping us in our dilemmas. We serve an awesome God that takes away confusion and restores order in our lives.

I praise God for all He does for me daily. Like the song says, “Without Him I Would be Nothing”!