Not long ago, I lost my engagement ring. It was awful. Looking everywhere, in every corner of the house, it seemed to have vanished.
“I must have lost it traveling last week,” I tearfully told my husband.
“Honey, it’s ok,” he reassured me.
But it wasn’t.
“It’s an inexpensive ring I bought when I was eighteen years old, I needed to get you a better one anyway,” he joked.
It wasn’t a joke and I didn’t want another one. As far I was concerned, no other ring could never replace the intimate significance of my ring… our ring.
There was no better ring.
Being hardheaded has its advantages, I didn’t give up.
I prayed, I look, I dug through every box, drawer, suitcase, makeup bad, purse, jewelry container, and I prayed, and prayed, and prayed, every single day for two solid weeks.
While I prayed, scenes from the twenty plus years with Bryan popped into my head. He was the best thing outside of my relationship with God that had EVER happened. I wondered how much appreciation I had adequately shown him. Had I taken him for granted as I had the ring?
My desperate pleas evolved into thanksgiving. A new light of gratitude for my husband emerged. Whether I ever found that ring or not, I had found a treasure.
Sometimes it takes a loss to realize what you truly have to cherish.
That day I made the decision to do a better job in being the wife my sweet husband deserved.
Oh, I found the ring. Couldn’t believe it! It was in a jewelry bag I looked in several times. It had always been there, I just couldn’t see it.
Isn’t that the thing with most treasures? They are right in front of our eyes. We just don’t see them.