What happens when a bad habit and something precious meet? Sadly, the habit often wins. But if you’re lucky, like I was, it turns out ok in the end. I have this bad habit of taking off my wedding ring, putting it on my pinky finger, and playing with it. I guess it’s not that harmful a habit, but for the first time in 25 years it had a consequence. The other night I guess I forgot that I had played with my ring and I went to bed and then got up and went to church and it wasn’t until mid-morning that I realized my finger was bare. Then it was that sinking feeling: it could be anywhere!
We were living, breathing examples of Luke 15:8 ~ “Imagine a (man) who has ten coins and loses one. Won’t he light a lamp and scour the house, looking in every nook and cranny until he finds it?” That was us. Tearing the house apart, retracing steps, partially deconstructing the couch I had been lounging on the night before. Nothing. Crestfallen, the bad jokes come out to mask the disappointment, “Oh well, I guess we’re not married anymore!” and “Gee, if I’d known I was going to be a bachelor today I might have planned my day better!” Ha-ha. Not.
I know it’s only a symbol. I know it’s only a few hundred dollars to replace. This is not the end of the world – but it kind of felt that way in those moments when little hurts feel gigantic. As it turned out, just as the realization hit that we’d never find it, by sheer luck I moved a small cabinet and found it behind.
Luke 15:9-10 ~ “And when he finds it you can be sure he’ll get on Facebook and announce to everyone: ‘Once was lost but now is found! (No, not me, my wedding ring!)’ Count on it – God’s angels throw a party every time one lost soul turns to God.” Thanks be to God that lost things can be found!