Commitment. 
What a whirlwind the last three weeks have been: I’ve been unpacking and putting things together in the new house, but in the mist of it all, I lost my wedding ring. 
So not only have I been trying to put things away, but also turning the house upside down to find my ring. 
Looking in the same spots as if it would magically appear. My little bear is at the height now where she can reach drawers, even with child safety locks. Somehow she can fit her little fingers in to grab something small, so I totally thought she had reached in and grabbed it by accident and misplaced it somewhere in the house. This made me think of all the little tiny places she could have possibly placed it: kitchen drawer, trash can, in her toys, under the couch, in the couch, under the bed, in bins in our closet, in opened unpacked boxes, the list goes on. 
.When I realized it was lost, my heart dropped. I was so nervous to tell David. 
His first reaction, “What!?!” Followed by, “Well, I guess you have to get a tattoo on your finger then.” We have always talked about it, but it’s never happened.
Not many know the story and meaning behind the ring, but David had designed it with much significance. The three stones represent the three years he waited until he proposed, but knowing all along he wanted to be with me. The ring is not your ordinary shape either. When we dated, we would always go out and look at shooting stars 
(we should go to that one day again), so the ring is shaped like shooting star. 
Besides the make of the ring, it also reminds me of our wedding vows and the covenant of marriage we made with one another. 
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For three weeks, I’ve had many sleepless nights and headaches 
wondering where in the world could it be. I asked the Lord to provide the peace I need if it’s truly gone gone. 
.Then, as luck would have it, two weeks after I lost my ring, we went to a birthday party at a water park… David lost his! 
He actually even felt it slip off his finger into the water. We went to the water park office and gave them all our 411 if it ever showed up. They told us that they have scuba divers that go in once a week to look for lost items and even found someone’s gold earrings once. So we were hopeful. 
.Last night I prayed fervently for the Lord to bring me peace once again and for it to miraculously turn up. There is so much wrapped up in losing your wedding ring. Memories, meaning, and more. And honestly, it’s really not about the ring. It’s about the commitment it signifies. Our covenantal commitment to love, serve and sacrifice for the other for all of our days. 
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But, regardless, I rested in the truth that He knows EXACTLY where this special ring was.
THEN….This morning I was playing with the kiddos and felt something poking into my lower back. I was wearing my sport shorts with that little pocket that I never use in the back, and opened it up and lo and behold…THERE IT WAAAAAS! 
I was jumping for joy….yes, literally jumping for joy! 
Isaac even started jumping with me as Alana was curiously staring me down. Haha! My heart was so relieved. (And I thought I had checked every little pocket I had). .It just happens to our 10 year anniversary coming up in August this year and I am reminded of the triumphs and trials we both have been through, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Happy 10 years, my love. 
So blessed by your consistent unconditional love for me all these years. Love you! 
Now, maybe YOU can get that tattoo. 
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