What Was Lost Has Been Found!!!

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Whenever an opportunity comes for me to share a miracle, I can’t remain silent. The background of my story starts with me volunteering my time to clean up our Community Garden here in Mill Valley yesterday, starting at 7:30AM.  I helped greet all the members of the Community Garden, then I proceeded with weeding, writing our name on our trash cans we utilize in the garden, and then working on our Active Adult garden area, and watering. It was a wonderful event. I’m really enjoying the friendships I am making by being part of this group of gardeners — who by the way are very kind in every way.

When I returned home after a frantic morning and made lunch for Tommy and I, I felt something different on my hands and realized that my emerald ring that Tommy had bought for me at the beginning of our relationship was missing. I immediately started looking all around the house — as I had started laundry, opened drawers — I started looking everywhere and praying that I would find my ring — not so much for the value, but because of the sentimental value. I thought I had recalled having it when I returned from gardening and washing my hands, but I was wrong (the rest of the story will tell you why). I was unable to search for very long as Tommy had a medical appointment.

As we were returning, I went to the Community Garden and traced every step I had made beginning from where I parked. I searched the car, my gardening bucket and all the contents. Even the gloves I wore. I went into the Garden area and combed every area where I worked. I did not find it. I prayed so hard. I even conferred with Jesus and asked him like the bride who lost her coin, may I please find the ring — not my will Lord, but your will. I spoke to Him about the ring just being of sentimental value and how He knew what the ring meant to me. Upon returning home, I looked again and didn’t find it. I resolved, I must have tossed it in the compost or it is buried beneath the stones that mark the area of our gardens.

Today, I watched Harvest Christian Fellowship and it was a beautiful message about Palm Sunday. Pastor Jonathan talked about the triumphal entry into Jerusalem and how many people missed the whole point of His triumphal entry and the noisy crowds that recognized his entry. There were Pharisees there who were more concerned about the noise and they asked Jesus to shut up the crowds. He told them even if they were to be quiet, the rocks would celebrate. Then Pastor Jonathan talked about how people don’t recognize the value of our blessed King of Kings. How we conform Him for our purpose and not for the purpose that He served in coming to this earth. I felt convicted as I had asked Him for the miracle of finding my “precious ring” — Jesus is much more to me than fulfilling all my needs, but then I felt that I had maybe done the same thing by asking Him to perform the miracle of me being able to find my ring. At that moment, I spoke to God and apologized to Him as I never wanted to make Him anything less than the God He is and the magnitude of his sovereignty.

After the service, I again started looking everywhere in my house and in my garage. Then I thought, look in the pail again Cindy. It was more of a prompting. So I went back into my pail and pulled each item out and looked at the bottom. No ring. Then I put on the gloves to see if I could feel it. I felt nothing. Then I went up and down on each finger on the left glove and in the pinky finger, I felt something. IT WAS MY RING!!! I immediately started praising God for letting me find my precious sentimental ring that Tommy had given me.

In the meantime, I received a voicemail and emails from my friends from the Community Garden. Two of the ladies made wonderful suggestions on how we could possibly find the ring, by posting a sign at the front gate. One of the men had even gone back to the garden and searched the green bins and garden like myself, looking for it. TALK ABOUT FRIENDSHIPS!! I am so blessed. Then a call came on my phone that I didn’t recognize and it had gone to voicemail. It was another gardener who suggested looking in my gloves. By this time, I had already found the ring in my glove and called her immediately back to tell her. Had I not checked my gloves again, her voicemail will have prompted me to do so. What was remarkable to me was how God used each of these individuals to lead me back to my gloves. Now if that isn’t a miracle in the making. I, of course, shared with them all and gave all glory to God for the miracle of finding my little emerald ring.

Tommy saw my sadness yesterday and had me order another ring just like it. I knew it wouldn’t be the same. So now I have another ring just like it on the way and will wear them together to remind me of the day the Lord returned to me what was lost.



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