In Case You Wonder if Good Things Still Happen

Today I stopped at the local branch of the jeweler where Jamie bought me a wedding ring for our 15th anniversary. After cleaning and inspecting it, the woman informed me that my diamond was cracked. She told me that had I brought the ring in every six months since we purchased it, the replacement would have been free, but now, I could either hope it didn't break, stop wearing it, or pay to replace it. (Not an inexpensive item)

I glanced down at the card and realized that I had stopped taking the ring in when I was diagnosed. I was holding back tears, and all of a sudden the grief came rushing in. I shot an arrow prayer to God asking him how many more times I would have to be reminded of the pain, cost, and frustration of fighting for my life.

I explained to the woman that I had been unable to walk well and fallen frequently, and all about my struggle. I told her I was sure that was why my stone had cracked and why my ring was so damaged. She said she had a friend with Lyme and knew how dangerous it could be. Next, her manager walked over and the clerk explained what had happened.

The manager, herself a cancer survivor, took the ring, asked me if I promised to come in for inspections from here on out, then told me they would repair the ring and replace the stone free of charge.

She told me she was happy I was in remission, and wanted to bless me somehow. It was a balm to my soul, not because of the money (though that was awesome), but I knew at that moment that I have a Father in Heaven who intimately cares about my needs, and hears me. I also believe that we get to be the miracle to people in every day situation of life, and I intend to write them a thank you note letting them know just how much her act of kindness helped in my healing.

You keep track of all of my sorrows. You have collected all of my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book. Psalm 56:8