Sunday, February 19, 2017
Greater than we imagine. We went to Bear Valley for a ski trip. In the morning, before we headed for the slopes, I took my ring off and put it in my jacket because it was uncomfortable to wear inside my thick Burton gloves. I had done this several times before and thought nothing of it. When we were back at the cabin that night, I freaked out because the ring was missing. As I searched for it, I prayed and prayed, but it could not be found. I double and triple checked to make sure there were no holes in the pocket. Where could it be? It was late in the night and I was exhausted from the day's event, so I reluctantly resorted to sleep on it.
The next morning, a thought occurred to me that the ring might possibly slipped out of my pocket the night before when I pulled out the Thule cargo box keys to load the skis and snowboard. I searched the loading area with Abigail and it was covered with layers of snow from the night before. With no luck, a voice prompted me to ask for the lost and found. I said to myself, "This resort is so big, how can anyone find such a small thing as a ring? But what the heck... it is worth a try... nothing to lose".
At the counter, the man asked me what did I lose? I said "my wedding ring". He said, "that must not be good". He went to the back and after what seems like an eternity he told me that there was only one ring and it had green stones on it. When I looked at the ring, disappointment swept over me and I almost burst into tears... It was my last resort. The lady next to him behind the counter asked me, "What did you lose? What color was the ring?" Inside my mind, I was wondering "why are you asking me lady?" but told her it was a "silver/platinum ring". She told me a gentleman dropped off a ring last night before closing and she promptly reached in the pocket of the man next to her. I couldn't believe it with my eyes. Still a little skeptical, I examined the inside of the ring, and sure enough it had our name and our wedding date inscription. Needless to say, everyone in the office was in awe. Someone said that "it must be a good sign for the marriage."
As I reflect, I am overwhelmed by God's love for me. Why is He so good to me? What are the odds of losing a ring overnight and still find it the next day? What are the odds that some guy would find the ring in the snow/mud in the dark and had the courtesy to drop it off in the lost and found? What are the odds that despite my doubts, I still ask for it in the lost and found? What are the odds that the lady overheard my conversation with the man?
God used this to show me that although my faith is small and although I doubted anything would happen despite my prayers, He still cares enough to show me "nothing is too small for Him" and "nothing is impossible for Him".
The next morning, a thought occurred to me that the ring might possibly slipped out of my pocket the night before when I pulled out the Thule cargo box keys to load the skis and snowboard. I searched the loading area with Abigail and it was covered with layers of snow from the night before. With no luck, a voice prompted me to ask for the lost and found. I said to myself, "This resort is so big, how can anyone find such a small thing as a ring? But what the heck... it is worth a try... nothing to lose".
At the counter, the man asked me what did I lose? I said "my wedding ring". He said, "that must not be good". He went to the back and after what seems like an eternity he told me that there was only one ring and it had green stones on it. When I looked at the ring, disappointment swept over me and I almost burst into tears... It was my last resort. The lady next to him behind the counter asked me, "What did you lose? What color was the ring?" Inside my mind, I was wondering "why are you asking me lady?" but told her it was a "silver/platinum ring". She told me a gentleman dropped off a ring last night before closing and she promptly reached in the pocket of the man next to her. I couldn't believe it with my eyes. Still a little skeptical, I examined the inside of the ring, and sure enough it had our name and our wedding date inscription. Needless to say, everyone in the office was in awe. Someone said that "it must be a good sign for the marriage."
As I reflect, I am overwhelmed by God's love for me. Why is He so good to me? What are the odds of losing a ring overnight and still find it the next day? What are the odds that some guy would find the ring in the snow/mud in the dark and had the courtesy to drop it off in the lost and found? What are the odds that despite my doubts, I still ask for it in the lost and found? What are the odds that the lady overheard my conversation with the man?
God used this to show me that although my faith is small and although I doubted anything would happen despite my prayers, He still cares enough to show me "nothing is too small for Him" and "nothing is impossible for Him".
