This story is about The Lost Ring. From the begging it doesn’t seem that humorous. However it turns out to be at the end. The ring in question is silver with three small turquoise stones. I purchased it years ago when my late wife, Lily and I lived in Arizona. It has been very meaningful” for me because it is a masculine math to her engagement ring.
When we got engaged I was a poor first year seminary student. I was sharing my desire to get her a ring with a classmate. She told me that her husband made jewelry as a hobby. She thought he would be willing to Make a ring for me. I told her in general the design I had in mind and he agreed to attempt to produce it.
He was successful. It is a simple flat silver ring with three small stones. He only asked for $25. It was a sum I barely could afford. To my pleasure Lily loved and treasured it.
It was many years later, perhaps about 15, while we were exploring all the Four Corners area of Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah that I found my ring. Unfortunately soon after I lost it. We were tent camping and the morning we were packing up to leave Canyon De Shelly that I realized the ring was gone from my finger!
The ground was very dusty loose dirt. I couldn’t see how we could possibly find it. However, Lily was not to be deterred from looking. It reminded my of the Bible parable of the woman who lost an important coin. She sifted through the whole campsite and found it!
Now we move decades to the present. Although she died in 2004 I have continued to wear the ring in remembrance. About two months ago I looked at my hand to see it was missing! I looked around d where I was to know avail. I knew I didn’t know were it had fallen off. It could have been seconds or days before the discovery.
I did my best to take a philosophical attitude regarding the lost. There is no way I really need anything to remind me of the 29 years we shared together.
So now fast forward to yesterday. We had been to the grocery store and were beginning to put the food away. Then as Brenda began placing things in the refrigerator she realized it was way overdue to be cleaned. Thence commenced a big chore of throwing out past due foods; taking out all the parts and cleaning etc.
As Brenda cleaned out the drawer where we kept meat like bacon and bologna she said, “What’s this doing in here?” As she held up, (you guessed it) my ring!
I was overjoyed! I explained that I had lost it some time ago, and tried to decide not to fret about it. Which was why I hadn’t told her.
It made my day! It made me realize how much I actually did miss it; how much I regretted losing it.
Perhaps this story can give you some hope for finding a lost treasure.