This morning while getting ready for work (at 3:30am) I looked down at my left hand and realized that a diamond was missing from my wedding set. It's a rather large diamond (Jason got me a new ring a few years ago as we were poor and young when we got married, lol) that is missing. I panicked.
I checked the drain basket on the shower, looked at the bathroom floor, went back to the bedroom and woke up Jason, where we checked all of the covers and the floor there. I re-traced each step down my hallway and into the kitchen. I looked at my car floor boards. No diamond.
I re-played a conversation I had with myself a few days ago, about how much I loved my diamond ring. (this is another story). I re-played my bargaining with God in my head and realized all of the sudden that God's care for His children (all of us) is so much greater than my worry about an insigificant diamond. He sees us at all times, provides for our needs and loves us. He promises that there is no safer place to be than in the palm of His hand. He placed air into our lungs and could just as easily snuff it out.
Does that always mean that I will physically be safe? Of course not, we are not guaranteed that. Does that mean that God will make sure I have food to eat? I'm afraid not....there are starving christians all over the world today. What it does mean is that He will help me. It means that He will give me strength and wisdom and courage to face whatever it is that He wants me to face.
What excuses have I been making that are hold me back from God's sovreign will for my life? Material things, family and friends, a nice house, a stable job...the thing is: God wants all of us. He doesn't want the leftover part on Sundays. He wants us all.
I didn't find my diamond. I hope the ring is insured, I can't remember. But I know that this loss has taught me a valuable lesson. I know that God's will has to have the final authority in my life. And I know I've heard it loud and clear.
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