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My miracle:
5 weeks ago tomorrow (Monday) I lost my wedding ring. There is an amazing story to how it was found…and God had his hand in every step of it.
On the Saturday before I lost it, Joe and I picked out a new wedding ring with a bigger stone which was promised to me when we got married…that on our 10 year anniversary I would get a bigger diamond. I had to wait a week to get the new ring because I wanted it in a different setting and it needed to be sized.
On Monday, I had gone to a new counselor and afterwards I am usually so emotionally exhausted that I took the afternoon off of work to spend sometime by myself. I had gone to Palisades Park and walked some trails, sat on a bench and watched the river flow, and just enjoyed the peace and quiet of the moment. The sun was shining and I saw several happy faces that day.
When I walk my fingers tend to swell so I had taken my wedding ring off and put it in my pocket for safe keeping. Several times throughout the afternoon I had checked in my pocket for it and could feel it there so I thought nothing of it.
When I was done walking I pulled my keys out of my pocket and drove away. As I was leaving the park I checked in my pocket for my ring and it wasn’t there. I pulled back into the park and pulled over to check the pocket again…nothing. I looked around inside the car…nothing. I started to get a little frantic but thought it can’t be far so I drove back into the park.
On the way back in I bumped a deer, not really hit it as there was no damage to the car or the deer, but just another thing to add to the panic of the moment. I drove back to where I was parked and looked and looked and looked. I walked the path I was on for an hour it seemed. It’s nearly impossible to see anything when you are in such a panic.
I finally gave up and called Joe at work and admitted my mis-fortune. I was sobbing at this moment and he told me to stay put. I had to come back home for the urge to go to the bathroom was about enough to kill me and at this time of the year all the bathrooms at the park were closed for the season.
I drove back home in a total panic, continuing to look around the car and in my pockets to no avail. I picked up my kids from daycare and made it to the bathroom before Joe made it home. We all went back to the park and looked for another hour or so. We walked the same trail I had been on earlier for the sixth time for me with nothing. I was finally the one to say to Joe that we needed to get the kids home. It was a terribly sad moment.
I could hardly rest the next couple of days thinking about where I could have lost it. How could I have lost it? We went out and looked for it several times and could not find it. The best guess either one of us could come up with is that when I took my keys out of my pocket it flew out…which means it could be anywhere.
Everyone I talked to said we need to find someone with a metal detector, of which I know no one.
Two weeks ago, Joe and I went to Fiddler on the Roof with our church group and then out to eat at Olive Garden. We sat next to a couple, who don’t go to our church, but had been invited by another couple to join us. There was a discussion about our next meeting in June and the new couple was invited to join us. Steve, said the only time he would be gone would be to the metal detector group he is in? Joe and I both looked at each other at the same time with eye brows raised…a metal detector group?
We asked what type of things they search for and he said it’s a group for search and recovery and we asked…recovery of wedding rings? He said sure, the second time he was out he found a wedding ring. We told him the story of my ring and he said he would be happy to search for us if we knew where the location might be. Well, I knew the trail…
We left our name and number with him and he told us he would give us a call. My hope had been raised and God had a hand in putting us in touch with these people.
Two weeks went by and we hadn’t heard anything and I was trying to figure out if we contact him…and how we do that. When a miracle happened…he called Joe’s cell phone while we were eating dinner at Red Lobster. The whole time Joe is pointing to his ring finger to tell me who is on the phone. They set a time up for today at 8 AM to meet at the park.
I was supposed to be at church in the nursery and just didn’t think I should miss that. Joe and I even went back to the park on Friday to look again with no luck. As Saturday went on I debated back and forth if I should go to the park or not, but decided I couldn’t be there if they didn’t find it.
Joe went this morning and I went off to church. I ended up not being needed in the nursery but left my children there and went to church by myself watching the minutes tick on by me. Around 8:45 my cell phone went off and I found out that my ring had been found. I was near tears as I couldn’t believe it.
Apparently, they spent 45 minutes and found it right beside step number 2 from where I had parked. It was there the whole time and we completely missed it. I needed a miracle…and here it was. God put us in touch with the right people and the right time. Steve’s only comment to Joe was they found it to early so now he had to go back home and plant some flowers.
Joe came to church to bring it to me and made it just in time for communion. Together we went up front and I quickly said they found my ring to our pastor. It was so dirty and yet it was the prettiest thing I had ever seen in a long time!
Thank God for miracles!
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Posted by jringwald on 2008-05-18 23:09:57 | Rating: | Views: 45
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