April 17

Adam gave me this ring --the big silver one on my index finger-- for my birthday. Lest it seem like a peculiar choice for someone with child-sized hands, I should specify that it's a fitness tracker. And although I like it, I'm really good at misplacing it.

A month or so ago, I dropped it outside the dentist's office and someone turned it in. I was delighted to get it back and told myself I'd do a better job of keeping track of it. But this morning, as I was leaving the grocery store, I noticed it was gone again. And my heart sank because I'd made numerous stops and had no idea when it disappeared. I did a quick sweep of the aisles, gave the manager my number in case anyone turned it in, and hung my head in shame as I shuffled back out to my car.

I was sure that this time, it was gone. I even resigned myself to the sad fact that I'd have to admit to Adam that I'd misplaced it. Again. But as I pulled up to a red light, I felt that I should at least try the "find my ring" feature in the app, so I did. And I was surprised --and relieved-- to discover that it was traveling with me, ostensibly somewhere in my car. Long story shorter, I rooted around and found it in the passenger side when I got home, slipped it back on my finger, and told myself that I'd make sure it was charged so the "find my ring" function would actually work in the future. (Because that was my problem the first time I lost it -- the battery was dead so it couldn't connect.) 

And I also whispered a big thank you to God, because it's a blessing when something --or someone-- you've lost is found.