If you have ever lost anything you will understand the irony of how lost things have a way of being found. I recently, very recently, lost my wedding band. Now as far as things you don’t want to lose go, a wedding ring is right up at the top. Just the symbolism tends to drive your spouse to the edge. I must say though that my wife reacted in a pretty understanding way. She reminded me it was just a thing and she wasn’t going to get angry. Even so, she had torn the house apart before I even returned home from work. I meanwhile had searched every area of the office I was sure I had been in and even emailed the staff to organize a treasure hunt. Three days later, no luck at all, and I am convincing myself the ring will never be found.
And then came Friday. This is where the story begins. I was finishing a client appointment and somewhere in the discussion, I had mentioned the lost ring. My client looks at me and says, “I think this is your day to be lucky. You are going to find the ring today.” Now I was sure that wasn’t about to happen but still. As I drove into my driveway that afternoon, I found myself stopping outside of the garage. I wanted to drive my car in and planned on using my wife’s car later when we were to go out, but something told me to leave it there and switch the plan. As I walked into the garage heading for the garage door opener, a cloud rolled by the sun and a beam of sunlight floated into the garage. And then it happened. A glint of light reflected up from the sawhorses stacked there in the corner. I stopped, stepped back, and saw sunlight bouncing back at me. I couldn’t see what it was, only the reflection. As I reached down to the slot at the bottom of the sawhorse and placed my finger in to the groove, I felt the loop slip onto the end of my finger and there it was, my missing ring.
The irony here is the circumstances that had to align. If I had put the car in the garage, if the cloud hadn’t rolled away from the sun, it the beam hadn’t been just at the right angle, if I hadn’t been just where I was. I’m sure you get the picture. Some things just want to be found and this wedding ring was one of those things. The symbolism is not lost on me. I love my wife and I love my life. The ring is a symbolism of that unity. Maybe its absence was meant to remind me of its importance. Duly noted.
It wasn’t until later that evening that my wife eventually noticed the unification of the ring with my finger, and that is another story, but the expression of relief on her face spoke volumes. It wasn’t just another thing one loses and forgets. It was clearly so much more. Guess I better be careful to make sure it stays on my finger.
Thanks for reading, and in case you’ve lost anything lately, take heart. If it wants to be found it will find away to find you. I guarantee it.