Just as I was going to bed last night, I noticed that I had no wedding ring. It had slipped off my hand: I didn’t know where, I didn’t know when. Forty-five years of marriage, and you lose your ring.
Disaster. Could I turn the apartment upside-down and inside-out this late at night, on the slender chance of find a little tiny wedding ring?
But I did find it! I thought it might’ve come off in bed… yes, and there it was. Saved!
I can’t help seeing this as a reminder From Above not to take His blessings for granted. How easy it was to lose that ring! You can lose more important things than that, boyo, if you don’t take care.
Good thing I didn’t lose it in the ocean…