I lost my wedding ring two months after my wedding. Literally. It was a chilly December morning, I had just pulled into work, and I noticed my hands were super dry. I pulled some lotion out of my center console, and took my rings off so that I could moisturize. Then, I took my rings off and set them near the gear shift.
When I finished with the lotion and reached for those precious bands of gold, the wedding band was missing. Thank goodness my engagement ring was still there.
I couldn't breathe. I jumped out of that car faster than I ever had before, and immediately began the search for one of the dearest items to me. I looked under seats, around the gear shift, in the console, in floorboards, under mats. Everywhere.
I was so hesitant to call my husband and tell him what I'd done. I felt shame in that moment--more than I think I ever had before. I felt like what I imagine Adam and Eve felt like hiding from God in the garden. But finally, I called. I told him what happened.
And his response? "It's okay, baby. We'll look for it together when you get home."
In that moment was another confirmation that this man was sent to me from God himself. The grace given to me in that moment for something I was sure deserved yelling, anger, anything but kind words and reassurance, was nothing short of amazing.
Grace. It's one of, if not the, most important aspects of a marriage.
"Love is patient, love is kind. Love does not envy, is not boastful, is not arrogant, is not rude, is not self-seeking, is not irritable, and does not keep a record of wrongs." - 1 Corinthians 13:4-5
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