I found my lost wedding ring . . . on someone else's finger! Here's what happened:
Six and a half years ago it was stolen from our house. I resigned myself to the loss, thinking it had probably been sold at the market and was now on a grandma's finger in a village somewhere.
We kept meaning to buy new wedding bands--Andy had lost his in a hospital laundry in Montana years ago.
Last week, as I was walking to work, I stopped to talk with one of the nurses. The sun shone on the ring on her finger making the diamond glisten. It attracted my attention and I looked down at it. I looked again. I gasped--it was my wedding ring! I quickly explained this to my friend and assured her that I knew she had not taken it. It had probably passed through many hands before a little girl gave it to her little girl. She graciously gave it to me saying she felt bad that she had not known it had belonged to me before!
Thirty-five years ago Andy had chosen the ring for me. It's pretty special to have it back on my finger again! I am amazed at the sweetness of God! Just that morning I had prayed, "Lord, help me see your presence in this day". Hard to miss it!