Monday, October 27, 2008
Last night, the diamond fell out of my wedding ring. It's a small diamond, the ring's not extremely expensive but it's my WEDDING ring, people. We couldn't find it. (We didn't spend a bunch of time looking for it, it's small, I discovered it missing when I was in bed). So today I walked around with a naked ring finger. I used to think that I'd like a mother's ring (still do really) or an anniversary ring, but what I want right NOW is my wedding ring back. Funny, how that works, huh?
We've been informed (by more than one source) that the percent of marriages that fail after the death of a child (still living at home) is something like 80%. EIGHTY percent. That's 4 out of five marriages FAILING after a crisis like we're coming through. Leland and I have already made the decision to do whatever we can, and seek help when necessary, to make sure we don't wind up there. We have three other kids who need us and we can not let this tear our family apart.
So, in the middle of our grieving.. the diamond slips out of my ring. I admit, the timing sucks. Fortunately, I don't put much stock in this type of thing as an "omen" or whatever. Still, I was feeling sad, a little out of sorts, about everything and losing the diamond didn't help.. And towards the end of the day, I found a penny! If you haven't been reading long enough to understand the signifigance of that, read here.
I am so glad that pennies are plentiful, and God is patient.