David lost his wedding band while doing yard work in our yard last fall. He was upset about it, but I told him with complete confidence that we'd pray to St. Anthony to ask for help in finding it. The next day, I dug with my hands through piles of mulch, grass, and dirt. I didn't find it, but I still felt confident and continued to pray.
In the days that followed, I would occasionally think of his ring and say a quick prayer. I have to admit, a doubt or two crept in, but I tried to have a childlike trust that God would hear our prayers (and especially those of St. Anthony!) and lead us to the ring. It didn't turn up. And as fall turned to winter, and winter to spring, and a new baby filled our lives with even more fullness and joy, we were generally too busy to look for it.
Then about a month ago, David sent me a text while he was at work. It said simply, "I miss my ring." My desire and determination to find it were renewed, and somewhere along the way, I thought, "This could be a nice anniversary present."
At first I thought since it had been so long (probably 9 months or so) that there wasn't much point in trying to find the old one. I would just buy a new one, have a priest bless it, and hope that it would be good enough to make David happy. It was a simple, inexpensive gold band, so I figured it would just cost a few hundred dollars to replace. I was sure that it would cost me almost that much to buy a metal detector, not to mention the time involved in searching for it. So I had the brilliant idea to call up the jeweler from whom we bought it, hoping desperately that they'd still have the records of our purchase from 11 years ago so that I could get the exact same ring. Well, what do you know? They did! But I was in for a shock: since we'd bought the ring, the price of gold had quadrupled. David's $250 ring would cost me almost $1,000 today. There was no way THAT was going to happen.
Time to renew my efforts to find the original. I set out to rent or borrow a metal detector, rather than purchase one. I found this website and considered calling the guy. But when I decided I wouldn't feel comfortable paying him less than $50 if he found it, or even more depending on how long it took him, I thought I should try by myself first. I finally found a place that would rent me a metal detector for $20/day.
The timing was going to be tricky. By the time I got home with my tool, it was late. The kids needed me, the baby would be waking soon, and David would be home any minute. But I was too excited not to try! I turned on the metal detector and started searching near a small tree in the front yard where we thought the ring might be. Almost immediately, it beeped! I was excited, but as I moved it around, it seemed the area that made it beep was fairly large. I figured it would actually take quite a while to systematically dig up and sift through so much earth, and I didn't have a while. David had texted me that he was on his way home, so I decided all I had time to do was shovel one scoop, and if that didn't work, I'd have to wait till morning when David was back at work. I also knew I had to make it a small scoop so that David wouldn't notice the missing grass and become suspicious. So I plunged the shovel into a random spot in the area where the metal detector had beeped. I carefully scooped out a small bit, about half the size of a football. I tossed it on the ground and held the metal detector over it. I couldn't believe my ears when the machine beeped. How could I possibly have selected just the right clump of earth??? My hands shook and I prayed fervently as I broke the clumps between my fingers. And then there it was. David's ring, earth-covered and grimy, lay in my hand. I couldn't believe it. I felt tears brimming in my eyes and my heart sang with joy. I quickly pushed the grass back on top of the small hole, hid the metal detector, and ran inside so David wouldn't suspect anything. Only minutes later, he came home.
I had a jeweler clean and polish it, and I presented it to David right away, despite the fact that our anniversary is still a couple of weeks away. I loved seeing his face as he opened the box to find the sparkling ring lying on a soft cloth. If only I had thought to take pictures!!
Was it simply chance? I cannot deny the possibility, but I truly believe it was divine intervention. Somehow I managed to walk to just the right spot, dig up just the right small clump, and retrieve the ring only minutes before David came home. This is not the first time the Communion of Saints has come to my aid, but it is the biggest, most noticeable, most touching time. It was all too perfect not to have been a miracle. What a great gift from a Great God.
