I found the missing diamond from my wedding ring this morning.
You might remember from a previous post that I lost the diamond from my wedding ring in late August -- almost five months ago. The boys and I were on our way out of town for a camping trip when I looked down at my hand on the steering wheel and realized that my ring was ... empty. The white gold band was there, the four prongs that held (or were supposed to hold) the princess-cut diamond were there, but the diamond was gone.
I pulled the car over and started hyperventilating. Then I calmed down. I decided I didn't want to ruin our camping trip worrying about the diamond.
That was more easily said than done, but there were some encouraging developments. For instance, in my sister's dream the previous night, she lost her diamond and found it in the middle of her living room carpet. Surely this was a sign: I would find my diamond in the living room. Then during a stop on our way, I instructed Ian to search the fully packed car for the diamond. When I got back to the car, he was sitting peacefully in his seat, not looking. He reported that he had prayed about finding the diamond, and received a firm answer that it was not in the car. Surely then God would tell me where it was.
Although that didn't stop me from searching the car later, from top to bottom, as well as all the clothes and camping equipment packed inside the car.
It wasn't there, so I got home from the camping trip fully expecting to find the diamond.
Then I scoured every carpet on my hands and knees, swept every floor, moved furniture, inspected kitchen and bathroom drains, and searched the garage, where I had been packing the car for the camping trip. Nothing.
So I quit looking. I decided that if God said I would be all right without my ring, then I would.
Then this morning I went for a walk. I was multi-tasking, of course, chatting with my friend Amy about the merits of Costco (Soviet-style grocery store or happy place? discuss amongst yourselves) on my cell phone. As I approached the house to enter through the garage at the end of the walk, I looked down and there it was.
My diamond was in the driveway for almost five months through a storm (August), snow (October), and a very thorough leaf-raking (November).
I started shouting at my friend on the phone: "AMY! I JUST FOUND MY DIAMOND!"
Then I called my sister and shouted at her for a long time "YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO ME!" In her excitement, she shouted at her kids for a long time ("KIMBERLY FOUND HER DIAMOND IN THE DRIVEWAY!") until they asked her to stop. Then I called some of my other people, who I didn't shout at because they were at work and because I was getting hoarse.
Every time I think about my found diamond, I laugh and marvel at it. I think the sheer improbability of it qualifies this as a miracle.
Discuss amongst yourselves.