I lose everything.

When my dear husband proposed to me and gave me my beautiful ring, I was scared to death. I was not afraid to marry him, to leave my parents' headship, to leave the only state I'd ever lived in and move half way across the country to go to the sem..even though I didn't yet have a job lined up. No. I was afraid I'd lose THE Ring.


I have lost or broken every piece of jewelery I have ever owned..that meant something to me. I could list them, starting in third grade, but that might take too long.

Then we get married and I get another pretty ring. I think it took less than 3 months to almost lose the diamond..making the bed of all things. The setting was pretty high and our bed next to the wall and the ring scraped it as I was pushing down the blankets. (I know there are those of you reading not believing that I have ever made a bed so, just trust me, ok?) I felt one of the prongs securing the gem had pulled back. I took the ring to the jeweler and he said there was nothing wrong. I made him look again and he found the problem and fixed it. I actually told him to lower the setting so it wouldn't happen again. I also had him solder the rings together as well as it annoyed me that they spun independently of each other. (It would have stayed prettier if I just stopped making beds...hmm I should have thought of that sooner)

SO on to 3 months later. After a long day at school for both dh and I at school, we were sitting at a meeting with other future pastors and their wives. Dh asks where my wedding ring is. I hadn't even noticed it was gone! I began to tremble and tears welled up in my eyes. Dh wasn't upset at all! What was wrong with him? I tearfully apologized that I'd lost the ring! I knew this would happen..I am so sorry!

What?? He was handing me the ring....confused as to why I was crying....

My ring had fallen off while I was sleeping. Dh (my dear sweet man) thought I'd left my ring in the middle of the bed to say "I love you!" and so he carried it with him all day long.

Things haven't changed much..in the last three weeks I have lost two checks worth $115 dollars, my camera with James' 3rd birthday pictures on it, receipt and rebate form worth $150 and a credit card. Oh yes, and let's not forget I lost my cellphone. I did find the checks (right after I got the two people to write me new ones) and I went back to the store to get the receipt and rebate form reissued AND I canceled that credit card.

Over the years, I have learned that most things are not worth the time to look for because they will show up in some very odd place I wouldn't have looked anyway...so months later I will find whatever it is. Anymore, with so many living in our house, someone has probably seen whatever I have lostsomewhere..OR if I offer a reward it will be found within the day..oh except Library books. How do we lose them??? I always end up having to pay for the dumbest ones.

You know the parable Jesus tell of the woman who searched her whole house for the lost coin? I am glad that God doesn't just wait for me to just "turn up" I am glad that he doesn't think it is a waste of time to seek ME out and save ME when I am missing.

(Yes, that is a picture from our wedding.)