Friday, May 6, 2016

Wedding Rings and Dust Bunnies

Okay, I should have put my wedding ring safely on the nightstand. But, it wasn’t like I was going to leave it for any length of time on my husband’s pillow - just long enough to put on a little lotion.
 In the dark, he never saw my ring.
No panic at first. After all, the ring couldn't have rolled far. In fact, I assumed all we'd have to do was pull the bed out from the wall and, like in the Lord of the Rings, I'd find my "precious."
Nope. We looked high. We crawled low. My husband stripped the bed. My son and I shoved it to the other side of the room.  I literally combed the carpet with a back scratcher.
No ring. Only dusty, empty, dark corners.  And dust balls, lots and lots of dust ball. I seriously disturbed the dust ball population under my bed. Maybe that's why I've been sneezing so much lately. It's the revenge of the dust balls.
 Toward the end of the week, my husband started using "F" words. Horrible words like futility and facing facts. I told him, "You realize the only reason the tears haven't come out is because we are still looking, right?" But even I couldn't keep my optimism going.
On Saturday I sat in bed reluctantly getting used to the idea of, after thirty-two years, shopping for a new wedding ring. Then I glanced down. Lying innocently on the sheet beside me was my ring.
As my husband commented, "Did you get the feeling it was laughing at you?"
Yes, yes I did.
I don't know where that ring hid for five days. But, oh, how glad I am it’s back where it belongs!
Later, I began to think about how losing my ring was like losing God. We set Him aside, a bit carelessly. We forget about Him until we want or need Him.
But, luckily that's where the similarity ends. We don't have to search high and crawl low for God.  He doesn’t hide in the dust bunnies. He's always right where we left Him. Only a prayer away.

Love and blessings,


1 comment:

Marla Jones said...

Beautiful (and humorous) story!