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TITLE: The Elusive Jewel | Previous Challenge Entry
By Bonnie Kronberger
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My wedding ring—I wear it always, it never comes off. Defaced! It wasn’t a big diamond, but it was beautiful to me, given by my beloved husband. Looking again, a gaping hole with broken prongs stared back at me. Granted, it was a very small head that holds the stone, but to me it looked like a crater. Now my ring was just marred metal.
My husband and I were both still in college. No extra money to buy another diamond. No insurance to cover the loss. Once I settled down, I was ready to take action. It was Saturday morning. Gordon and I were sitting together on the couch, studying, cuddling, relaxing. Time to retrace my steps, looking for a needle in a haystack.
The breakfast mess was still in the kitchen. I was surprised to see how many bits and pieces of bacon and eggs floating around in warm grease resembled a sticky diamond. Tedious searching through the pan was unsuccessful.
Next stop was the bedroom. Removing blankets slowly, I watched for a little jewel to tumble out. No luck there. On hands and knees I crawled around our tiny bedroom, praying for the diamond to appear. I checked out the bathroom. Do you know how many places a diamond can be lost? Too many.
I was out of ideas and hope was gone. I slid the empty shank off my finger, so sad I could no longer wear it. My hand felt naked, my heart wounded. I know it’s just a ring, but it symbolizes so much and we had no money to replace it. Dejectedly I headed back to the living room. Gordon was still sitting on the couch studying. I had forbade him to move, while I looked for the diamond. I didn’t want to take a chance of too many hands and feet walking around, maybe covering over the wayward diamond.
He looked at me as I shrugged my shoulders in defeat. “Where could it have fallen out?” The tears started to flow again.
Gordon opened his arms wide. “Come sit on my lap. We’ll figure something out.” Oh, how I loved that man.
As I moved toward him a thought hit me. “Wait! Don’t move.” I whispered. Tiptoeing over to where he sat, I pushed his shoulders slightly forward, gently moving the folds and creases on the back of his shirt—where my arm had earlier been. Pretty ridiculous. But there it was. My little diamond, resting on a slight gathering of fabric.
Praise God. I had to notice the diamond missing the moment it happened, after removing my arm from hugging Gordon. I’ve always believed God cares about the little details of our lives. This proves it.
With reinforced prongs, my little diamond is back where it belongs, and fifty years later I still wear my ring with thanksgiving.
TRUE STORY
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