On my 21st birthday (years ago), my mother gave me the wedding ring my dad had given her. It was both the engagement ring and the wedding band. It wasn’t soldered together, but I wore it in two pieces. It didn’t really matter to me what the ring looked like, and it was beautiful, but it held sentimental value.
One afternoon I looked down and discovered the ring was missing from my finger. I searched the entire house. I looked for days. I looked everywhere. I even got down on my hands and knees and combed the shag carpet with my fingers, inch-by-inch.
No matter where I looked, I just didn’t see it!
I prayed and asked the Lord to help me find it. I had even asked a few friends and my husband to pray and agree with me for it to turn up. Two weeks passed and still—no ring! I was running the vacuum sweeper and happen to look down to see the ring—both the engagement ring and the wedding ring together. Over the last two weeks I looked in that exact spot too many times to count. My husband and my sisters helped me look as well.
And He said to him, Go, wash in the Pool of Siloam—which means Sent. So he went and washed, and came back seeing (John 9:7 AMP).
In that particular moment, my eyes were opened and I was able to see the ring in the shag carpet. Whether I was blind to the ring up to that moment, or if angels found the ring and dropped it there, I really didn’t care. I was thrilled to have what was lost, found.
Many times in my life I remained blind to God’s truth until He restored my spiritual sight. I don’t want to miss anything God has for me. I pray He opens my spiritual eyes to understand Him more each day.
“Amazing grace! How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found, was blind, but now I see.”
~John Newton, 1772