It’s only been a few days, but I think you’ll get a kick out of how I lost my ring (like I lost my earring a few days ago). So I thought heh, why wait?
Ironically, I lost my ring because I was trying not to lose it.
Let me explain.
My brother and I met some friends at a ball field to play some baseball. I love a good baseball game. I can usually hit a double; sometimes a triple. That might be because there’s only two or three people on a team and one, possibly two of them are in the outfield. But it’s still really fun.
As I was going up to bat, I noticed that my ring was starting to slip off my finger. I bought my ring, a heart-shaped opal ring (really pretty; I love it) while we were on vacation a few years ago. Since it was coming off my finger pretty easily, I slid it into my pocket and carried on as usual.
The game was over a while later (though I can’t remember who won. We can just say that my and my brother’s team won. I’m cool with that). The bro and I got on our bikes and headed home. We were in a hurry because we were going to see a concert with the family later that night, and I was really looking forward to it.
I got home and was getting ready, and that’s when I realized…my ring was gone. (Sounding familiar to those who read my last post?? Aack.) After checking the pockets of my jeans, I began to get frantic because it. was. not. there.
Where on earth was this thing??????????
We had to leave soon!!!!!! I don’t like to leave things unfinished (i.e. a search for a missing piece of jewelry).
I had really gotten used to it being on my finger, so my middle finger felt a little naked and cold.
Same tune, different words: everyone began to help me look for it. I searched everywhere. I had carried my clothes to the laundry room so I checked the whole path that I had taken. I got on my hands and knees and looked around the bathroom. My brother and I got on our bikes and back-tracked it to the ball field in search of this thing, checking the roads and everything.
Sigh. There were many tears. I couldn’t find it. I had to leave for the concert before I could find it. I was praying that I would, because I really loved that ring. It especially irked because I had been trying not to lose it but it was still lost!
Why do I lose things? I don’t mean to. I really do try to take good care of my stuff.
It’s just one of those things, I suppose.
Despite all that, however, it was a really great concert. I had a lot of fun.
Until I got home and was reminded that my ring was still gone. 😦
But you know what’s really cool?
I think God just picked my ring up from wherever I had really and truly lost it and plopped it right in front of me. Because the next morning, having still not found the ring, I ventured into our basement for something-or-other.
The light caught something just right, and in my peripheral vision I saw a glimmer. Simultaneously I felt a glimmer of hope as I turned, and looked….
In the middle of the basement floor was my opal ring.
And folks, I know that thing wasn’t there last night. I scoured those floors looking for it. Anyone for a miracle, folks? 😀
My ring was sitting right in the center. In the center!
Oh, glorious day! I was ecstatic, as you can well guess!! Ah, it was a happy day. Very happy indeed. The lost ring was indeed found. We can stamp that case closed!
But you know, it’s strange how used you can get to wearing a ring or a bracelet. It feels weird when you lose it and it’s not there anymore. (Not that I lost my bracelet last month or anything, no, why would you think I’d do something crazy like that???)
(FYI I found it. #score)
Yes, my ring and I were reunited. Would you believe me if I told you that two months later a prong in my ring became loose and the opal fell out while I was at a park?
Oh jewelry. I don’t think it agrees with me, but I wear it anyways. It keeps life interesting.