check under the rug

This weekend has been amazing! We had two 60+ degree weather days and the chance to get out of the house.  More about our Saturday later in the week. 

Sunday was a bit hectic.  Mostly because on our way to Community Group at 6:00 p.m. we discovered Mike’s wedding ring was missing.  This usually isn’t “a big deal” because Mike is really good at retracing his steps from a day and can figure out exactly where he left something (which doesn’t happen often).  The slight problem came in when he started to think back over the day:

9:00 left house for church; 12:30 grabbed a quick lunch at Arby’s; 1:00 Mike began cutting wood with Fred and Mark; Katie ran some errands; 2:00 Katie back at house couponing and then leaves for grocery shopping; 3:30 Both make it to Frisbee game (in shorts and t-shirts I might add) with a full load of wood in the back of the truck; 5:00 leave Frisbee to go home to shower; unloaded all wood, Katie drives truck back around house; 6:00 leave house to go to community group ** discovered Mike’s wedding ring was missing**

Needless to say, he had been a few places and the likelihood of ring retrieval was minimal.  Mike did remember that he had his ring on until Frisbee and then took it off and put it on his key chain. So we scoured the car hoping that it had just dropped off the keychain and fell down in the seat.  After much searching with no finding, we decided to go back up to the fields we play frisbee on and look up there because that was the only place we could figure it went missing.  So, at 10:00 p.m., we grabbed flashlights and headed back to church for like the 5th time that day.  No ring. 

I thought at this point there was very little hope of ring recovery.  I did pray that we would find it because even the little things need to be prayed for.  To make a long story short… when I drove the truck around from unloading the wood, I got out of the truck with keys (and ring) and my hands full of other things too.  I then proceeded to the back yard to get a rug off the deck and put it back inside. In that process, the ring must have jumped off the keychain and landed under the rug, because when I went to lift up the rug after hours of searching, there it was!!! Who hides a ring under a rug??

I was almost in tears. Here we were searching high and low (and all over town) thinking Mike had dropped it somewhere in the woods or on the field and it was gone. And, nope, just silly me trying to only make one trip out of the truck (and then get more stuff in my hands) to take into the house.

Luke 15: 8-9 "Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp and sweep the house and seek diligently until she finds it? And when she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, 'Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.'

I’m thankful that it was found. 

Mike’s summation of the events that took place:  =) something was lost, then found to never really have been lost at all =)