Have you ever lost your glasses that were at the end of your nose? Or your hat that was on top of your head?
Well, I definitely have. And did. Just the other day.
You see, I was at work the other day. I work on the computer for a large portion of my time, as I work on sharing stories and finding supporters for our foundation, Bread of Life Ministries (click here!)…
It’s a very daunting job—but I would not have ANY other job. Here is a a throwback photo of a donation made so that we could build a new soup kitchen!
To know all of the children, men, and women that we get to see served a bowl of soup, a new pair of glasses, an opportunity for counseling, life-saving cancer treatment, an education in Western Africa where most that we serve live on $2.00 or less a day, or a night of safety in a rescue center, is worth every minute that we do not sleep at night worrying about where the money will come in to help rescue these precious people!
And, to be fair to God, he does tell us not to worry about tomorrow. That’s just a hard one to accept.
Anyhow, it happened.
I was at work when I glanced down at my hand. That’s when I saw it. Or didn’t see it!
My MISSING wedding ring.
I panicked. Not because my husband would be upset if I wasn’t wearing my ring—he knows he’s always been my one and only hottie. I panicked because I have a 14-month-old daughter that is at a stage in her life that is THROWING EVERYTHING IN THE TRASH!
I mean, really. She literally goes to the refrigerator and takes something out of it and then goes straight to the trashcan and giddily throws it away. I should have filmed her the other day. It was as if she had discovered Disneyland in our very own kitchen. Except the rides were her feet and the thrill was the trash can.
That is why, when I didn’t see my wedding ring, I panicked.
Where did I put it? On the table at home? In the bathroom? On the counter?
Did I lay it down and then get distracted by doing my hair or makeup?
Oh my. Oh my. Oh my. Oh my!
I still worked the rest of the day, but as soon as I got home, I looked everywhere for my wedding ring. My search was fruitless. I couldn’t find it anywhere.
And then suddenly it hit me. BAM!
This was the very thought that ran through my mind, “Check your left hand!”
Sure enough, I looked at my left hand and there on my “Ring Finger” was my wedding ring!
Say what? You may ask.
Let me clear your confusion. For nearly a decade or more, I have been wearing my wedding ring on my right hand like they do in Poland. And, for some odd reason that morning, I must have absently placed it on my left hand and forgot all about it. Especially since I frantically looked at my right hand all day and concocted crazy scenarios about where my wedding ring went.
Like the glasses at the end of our nose or the hat on top of our head, my ring finger on my left hand was natural—and yet, at the same time, unnatural. So unnatural, that I didn’t even think to look on my left hand for my ring when it went missing 😉
I guess my little trash-throwing daughter is off the hook—for now—in this dual-culture case of “The Missing Ring”.