During these 37 years, we have raised four children and moved all over the country. From Utah to Tennessee, then to Florida for a very short time. Alabama, North Carolina, Arkansas, Indiana, Louisiana, Kentucky and back to Louisiana...spending an average of three to five years in each place.
As empty nesters, it looks as though we are now pretty much settled here in Louisiana...at least until we retire. Never thought we would be here this long, but we are going on six years, more than any place else.
Anyway...
With all this moving, we have accumulated a bunch of stuff...crap...basically. There has been a stack of boxes I have needed to go through shoved in a corner, for a while. Actually, this weekend, that was on our to do list.
Why do I mention these boxes? Well...this morning, I was getting ready to go pick our dog up from the groomer. I had just washed and dried my hands. There was still a bit of water under my rings, and, as I walked by these boxes I was rubbing the water out from under them.
Then...my clumsiness shown through; my wedding ring, along with another ring I wear with it, popped off my hand, into the air and into one of those boxes.
Panic set it! I stopped and looked around. Nothing! OH MY GOODNESS!!!! Did I just do that!?!?!?! So, now what!? I have to leave now to get Sox! *sigh*
Well, as I began to leave the room, I noticed the emerald ring on the floor. I quickly picked it up and put it on my finger, and looked around for the other ring. Nothing... *sigh*
I left to get Sox, but when I came back, I started to rummage around the boxes, hoping the ring was on the floor. I really didn't think it was, because I remember hearing it drop, and that sounded like it was in a box. There are probably about half dozen opened boxes.
Overwhelmed, I stopped and thought for a few minutes. There were some plastic grocery bags laying on top, maybe it is in one of them. I went through them all, and no luck.
Then I did what I should have done immediately when this happened. I prayed. I told Heavenly Father what happened. I know He knows, but I also know He wanted me to tell Him, and talk to Him. I told Him how important this ring was. I also thanked Him for the Holy Ghost, and the guidance we can receive from spirit...whether it be big or little things like this. I also told Heavenly Father that I know He knows here it is, and then asked for Him to help me find it.
I heisted before I got up off my knees. When I got up I looked at my mess, and was wondering where to start. I started with the biggest box, which is the one I thought I heard the ring drop near or into.
Nothing! *sigh*
Then I went through another box that had been near the first one.
Nothing! hmmm...now what?
I then spotted another grocery bag laying on the floor off by itself. When I picked it up it felt strange. I opened it up and saw nothing, but it was still weird feeling. I started to smooth it out and I could feel something, but really couldn't quite figure it out.
I got the feeling it was my ring! I kept smoothing and smoothing the bag, but still nothing. Then, all of the sudden I could feel it. My ring was all tangled in a corner of the bag. So easy for it to go unnoticed and trashed.
RELIEF!!!!
I have always known that prayers can be answered, big things and small things. Sometimes it might take a while and some effort on our part to get the answer. In my experience, I had to go through several boxes before I found my ring to be in a very small corner of a bag. A place that could have easily been over looked.
When we need answers, sometimes we need to take a little more time, and look for the answers in unexpected places, and in unexpected ways. Sometimes it might take awhile. Heavenly Father knows when the best time for us to receive those answers. It is our job to be patient with Him and to trust Him and to listen.
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