Rejoice With Me

We had occasion today to consider the parable of the lost coin.

“Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Does she not light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” — Luke 15:8-10

Kathy was adding a little salsa to a pot of soup (she can’t stand stews that are bland, even if she isn’t going to eat any), and as she put the salsa away in the fridge, she whacked her hand against the door. Looking down at her bruised finger, she noticed that her engagement ring was gone!

At about the same time, Sarah shattered her favorite snow-globe on the floor of the upstairs bathroom. Pandemonium ensued.

One ‘down-side’ of Kathy’s weight loss over the past several years is that her ring is loose — we keep meaning to get it resized, but we never get around to it. She lives in terror (O.K., she lives in mild worry, which sounds much less impressive) that she will fling it off while standing on a bridge or hiking through an impenetrable swamp. She doesn’t actually spend that much time in swamps or on bridges, but it is still a worry.

Tree huggers
Now the we live on the Left Coast, the boys and I have become tree-huggers. Too bad it’s an artificial tree …

We rounded up the usual suspects (trash cans, sink, pantry floor, checked Kathy’s pant cuffs, looked inside and under the fridge) to no avail. Kathy wasn’t sure the last time she saw it … she was out at church attending a baby shower today, and we feared the worst.

Rachel (our resident detective) piped up with a comment: “If only someone had taken a picture of you recently, so we’d know when you last had it on your hand?” Happily, Sarah and David had just recently been taking pictures of us parents with Kathy’s little Kodak camera. Sure enough, a picture had been taken of Kathy leaning over the back of my chair — and the ring was on her finger! And to think people tease us for taking more than a thousand pictures a month!

“OK,” I said. “It’s got to be in the house somewhere … Mom hasn’t been out of the house since that picture was taken, about an hour ago.” Unfortunately, Kathy hadn’t been idle in that hour. Here’s a (partial) list of the things she did:

  • Worked in the kitchen making stew
  • Worked in the living room, putting away decorations
  • Put away some miniature Christmas trees that were on the porch
  • Swept out the pantry floor
  • Helped Daniel take the lights off the tree and roll them up
  • Took pictures of the boys putting away the Christmas tree
  • Puttered around on her computer for a little while
  • Built a miniature nuclear reactor

OK, maybe not that last one … but it seemed she was on the move, the whole hour!

Putting away the Christmas Tree
We got a little carried away, putting the tree in its box for the year.

“Do you have to be so busy, Kath?” I grumbled. Why can’t she follow my sterling example and stay in one place? People tell me I’m a saint to put up with her.

A bounty was offered: $10 or 5 one-hour computer chips to the person who finds it. I nearly trampled several children, throwing myself on the floor in front of the fridge, as though I was saving the family from a grenade. We prayed and asked the Lord to help us find the ring, and to give us sharp eyes to see it. We split up around the house, each hurrying to be the hero of the hour. I sorted through orange peels and coffee grounds in the garbage, while Daniel crawled around on the floor where the Christmas tree had been. We searched high and low, for more than thirty minutes, but without success.

I chimed in with an opinion: “The problem is, since we know it was lost here in the house, we continue to have hope. We’ll keep looking and looking, but if we haven’t found it by now, we probably won’t find it. But it will be a long time before we feel that we can give up and stop looking, so we’re actually worse off.” I’m often complimented for my ability to find the right encouragement for the season. As Kathy says about me, “Bummer man, he delivers.”

“I wonder if it somehow got into the box with the tree,” Kathy mused. Since Kathy didn’t help to put the tree away, I was less than eager to get it back down from its high perch in the garage. Kathy decided first to look in the box of the miniature trees she had put away earlier. I came out to the garage to help her get the box down … we dumped out the trees and gave each of them an individual shake-down. Voila! The ring appeared on the carpet as if by magic.

The missing ring
Hooray! The ring was found!

Kathy and the offending tree

We were delighted, although Daniel (who had hoped for a five-chip bounty) was disappointed that he hadn’t found it. I suggested that, like the woman in the parable, we should have a party to celebrate. We ate the stew that Kathy had made, and I took all the kids to Albertsons to buy an individual pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream for each. There was much wrangling over flavors, but great satisfaction when we returned home. We ate it while we watched the second half of The Chronicles of Narnia and generally celebrated. Kathy (who doesn’t eat sugar) couldn’t have the ice cream, so I splurged on a couple of twelve-packs of her favorite sparkling waters. She really knows how to party, that Kathy.

Ice Cream for Everyone!
Maybe the kids got pints, but I went with the half-gallon! Hey, wait, I’ve been cheated! It’s actually only 1.75 quarts.

Thank you, dear Jesus, for helping us to find that ring. Kathy would have been very sad to lose it permanently, and I would have been very sad to have to pay to replace it.

Tower of Treats
Rejoice with me! I have found my lost ring!

Project 366, Day 19

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18 thoughts on “Rejoice With Me”

  1. I noticed my favorite Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in there – Half Baked. Someone has great taste in your house. I am glad you found the ring!

  2. I was thinking that maybe it had fallen into the stew…..- good thing it didn’t eh? It might have caused a cracked tooth which would have caused a trip to the dentist, etc… (see a “if you give a mouse a cookie” pattern??”)

    Hooray that the ring was found! Was the broken snowglobe able to be replaced??

    Jesus sure takes care of the details!

  3. I was with you, Posie, thinking the ring might have fallen in the stew.

    So glad it was found. Yea, Jesus!! Good blog, too, dear Tim.

    I love you Edgrens!! I also LOVE ice cream. Aunt Kate

  4. Fred Meyers will resize your ring and I know you shop there a few times a month which makes it easier. I resize a ring a year ago and I remember their prices being reasonalbe. Glad you found your ring!!!

  5. Although I really loved (and laughed at) this blog post and would love to read another like it from you tree huggers, I hope Kathy puts that ring somewhere safe until you can have it resized!

  6. LOL at the ‘Bummer Man’! We would like to know if there is a cape and goggles that go with the title? If so, we request photographic documentation…

  7. Hee hee. Loved the nuclear reactor — that Kathy, she is a Proverbs 31 woman! What with managing the house, caring for the children, simmering stews, creating nuclear fusion (or fission, whatever)…what a gal!

    Bummer Man does ring a bell. My David also has an uncanny knack for deflating observations even the cheeriest soul cannot counter, which is why my mom calls him “The wind above my wings.”


  8. YAY!!!!!! I know the feeling of being mortified when you look down and notice your ring being gone. I looked down back in June and noticed that, not my ring, but the diamond in my engagement ring was missing. AGHH. We looked EVERYWHERE!!!!! And to this day we haven’t found it. (how do you find a diamond?) Anyway…..we decided that it isn’t the ring that is important, (I was pretty distraught) but it is the wonderful marriage we have that is so important. I decided to replace it with a simple gold band so that I wouldn’t have to worry about losing it ever again. YAY!!! for great marriages.

  9. Hey I am with Childlife, where is the masked madman who goes by the monker, Bummer Man. Eager to see him in print!
    Yeah for finding your ring. I am sadly, still missing mine. Perhaps for a wedding anniversary or something I may find a replacement one day.

  10. Tell her to start eating some ice cream so it doesn’t fall off like that again!!!
    Or let her be skinny and get it resized. I vote for the ice cream, though.

  11. Michelle – that’s my other serious fear, that my diamond will fall off. My mom lost her diamond when I was in elementary school and has worn a gold band for as long as I can remember. I definitely need to take the ring to a jeweler and just have it checked and cleaned.

    We were all thanking God that He helped us find it. I had no idea how we would find it in a big (messy) house. :)

    Anne – Tim laughed and laughed at your “wind above my wings” line. Too funny!

  12. So glad you found the ring! We had a similar thing happen with my Mom’s wedding ring (in her possession 54 years) this Christmas. You have inspired me to post about it on my blog soon – but I won’t be as eloquent or funny as you all! You are the best story tellers around!! I truly enjoy reading your blog. :)

  13. Great end to a great story. Back in the early 90′s I lost my engagement ring . . .our story didn’t end as good as yours did but it sure brought back memories.
    Congratulations on your find and thank goodness we are all photo crazy!

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