To appreciate this story you need a little background:
The week that the kids got home I lost my wedding ring. I take my ring off to do things like put lotion on or clean, so I wasn’t worried at all in the beginning. But the hours of it being lost turned into days, then into weeks, and then into months. I searched the house throughly but still no ring. It was a source of strife between the husband and I. Eventually I bought a fake ring. I told myself- and the husband- that it wasn’t lost, it was just temporarily displaced, but as the months went on we both knew it was gone.
Okay, back to this story.
You know that I just quit my job. I’m super excited but also super nervous. I’m not convinced that I’m not making a mistake. Last night I was praying and I said: “God, you’ve used infertility and our failed adoption to teach me to trust You even when I don’t understand. I may not have confidence in our current state, but I know that You are by our side. Could you please just give me a sign that everything is going to turn out all right and that quitting my job was a good decision? Let me find my wedding ring or something.”
Now I learned in about 7th grade that making these types of deals with God is stupid. I told myself that after the words tumbled out of my mouth.
But 10 hours later I found my ring. In a drawer I had completely emptied multiple times looking for it.
Coincidence? Maybe. But I’m thanking God for this one.