I remembered the last place I had my wedding bands and engagement ring. It was yesterday, early afternoon, in a store parking lot. So early this morning, before the stores opened, I retraced my steps to that lot. And sure enough, there in the parking lot on the ground, were two of the bands. The solitaire diamond engagement ring of fourteen years and the other band nowhere to be found. I called all the managers of the shops in that plaza. They were so kind and understanding. I called the police to file a missing-property report, and the empathizing operator said she’d say a prayer. I knew all day long, as I prayed for my rings, that a blog post would ensue. But I was hoping by the time I posted this, it would be an answered-prayer post. It’s not. What do you MENTALLY do when you lose something special? I’m learning there are two things to PRAY and one thing to not DO. The one thing I won’t do is let this trial become everybody’s drama. It’s my carelessness, my ring, my loss. And though I shared this with a couple people today, I tried hard to keep boundaries on my emotions and perspective on my circumstances. Two things I prayed (and am still praying) were, “God, please help me find these rings,” and “God, if it’s not meant to be found, please let it land in the hands of someone who really needs it.” I wish I had a happy ending. But if you’ve lost something recently (and I emphasis “someTHING” not “someONE”) I pray this encourages you today.