 |
| This is how I feel right now :) |
I lost my wedding band a year and a half ago, a few weeks after the wedding.
Robbery? No. Dropped it in the Mediterranean? No. It fell on the floor in my bedroom, along with my engagement ring. And when I looked down, the engagement ring was there, and the band was not. How bizarre is that?
Over the last year-and-a-half I turned over ever square inch of that apartment, looking for the ring. I scoured the bed frames, looked in every shoe, turned our Keters (plastic drawers) upside down, crawled around on the floor...you name it. Pesach cleaning came and went. No ring. When we moved, two weeks ago, I told the movers that if they found a white-gold wedding band, I would give them 10% of its value (my husband chuckled at this, since he'd searched for the ring so many times in that apartment that he was certain that it was gone, gone gone).
Upon moving to this new apartment, I finally stopped believing. I know I stopped, because last night I was looking through our online wedding pictures (to send to a friend), and for the first time, I didn't gaze at my fingers in the photographs, bearing both rings. I didn't use it as a reminder to look in a forgotten place. I just didn't look.
Then, this morning, I was sitting with my husband and sorting through our medicine drawer while he ate his breakfast (we have a LOT of random medicines that I was happy to throw out).
And GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!
I FOUND IT!!!!!!!!!! IT WAS IN THERE!!!!!
How? I don't know. Through Hashem's infinite kindness.
(okay, the physical 'how' could be that when I dropped it, it bounced off the floor and flew up and into the corner of a second-level Keter drawer, and sank into the bottom of the medicines, which I didn't sort for Pesach- they were just taped up and put away. I had searched those drawers already, though...)
existential question alert: For the entire year-and-a-half, I was sure that Hashem was testing me not to give up on the ring. I kept my belief alive up until two weeks ago. So to find it now, after giving up, makes me wonder- what was the test, really? What can I learn from this?
Posts
5 comments:
Mazal tov! So glad you found it! Amazing hashgacha! Maybe the moral is that Hashem can make something happen even after we've given up, cuz He always remembers? And also that one should be careful to sort through the medicine cabinet to make sure there are no expired medicines or priceless pieces of jewelery lurking :) hehe
I think what you can learn from this that even when you think all is lost, it's not! There's always hope. Be it for a family member, friend or someone you just happen to know...they can always find their way back to Hashem - cuz as a nation we're "married" to Him and that wedding band is never fully lost...
Oh, and congrats on finding it!!
That is GREAT!! GREAT GREAT GREAT! I'm so happy for you. If I had some extra brain juice right now, I would maybe be able to extract something deeper, but for right now, I'm just happy. :)
I think G-d was trying to show you what it feels like, measure for measure, to lose something precious, which you would have thought impossible to lose, and that you can't really replace. You could buy a new ring, but it would never be that ring.
Finding it after you stopped looking for it meant there was no longer any need for this lesson to continue, since you accepted the loss.
Finding it with the medicines meant that it was a lesson sent to you in kindness to heal you. It was, after all, only a ring that you lost. IMHO. -
No Susan, you didn't give up. You let go. You let go and you let God. In other words, you & Gav had done everything that you could to find the ring. Physically, humanly possible. And the ring meant a lot to you. When you stopped looking for it, you let go of the issue, and turned it over to God to solve. Trusted God, and let go of attachment to results. Trust is what you supposed to learn, to have this experience as part of testimony?--is that what you call it? whatever strengthens your belief. It reminds me of when you said you were having trouble finding a place to live and then found out that the apt. right next to your Rabbi was open. These things are not coincidence.
--Kendra W.
Post a Comment