Sandy Treasure

Have you ever tried to find something in the sand? Something that you REALLY wanted to find. Well, thursday morning, I had a chance to do just that.
We packed our beach toys up and headed down the path to the beach so the kids could play in the sand. It was a beautiful day and we were looking forward to some fun digging. Well...we did some digging all right.

At the bottom of the stairs, I stopped to take my shoes off, like always. I grabbed one of the shoes to shake some sand off and as I did that........my sometimes slightly too big wedding ring fell off into the sand. I stopped immediately and yelled for Keven. I explained what had happened and my very calm, cool, and collected husband went into action. We sent Asher off to play with Uncle Sean and Reagan and set Tatum down next to us (in the backpack). I knew the ring was not far from where I was standing so we at least had a good idea where to look.

Next time you are in some sand, drop something that has the same weight as a ring and see what happens. It's amazing to watch it just disappear. We did it with Keven's ring to see what we were up against. This was about 10:30 am. Keven drew a circle around our digging area and very methodically went to work. We wanted to make sure not to bury it deeper so we took our time and went section by section.
Time clicked by as we sifted and sifted sand. Sand is quite beautiful by the way, each grain amazingly unique. Just like our Lord made us....amazingly unique.

Anyway, you have some time to ponder while sifting through the sand with your husband, looking for this treasure that means so much to both of you. Keven designed my wedding ring and it's perfect and beautiful. But, this ring does not define our marriage. It symbolizes quite a lot, but it does not define us. We were both at peace the entire time we were looking, recognizing that it's "just a ring", thanking God we were not looking for one of our kids.

Two hours later, we were still looking. I had gone back to the house to work on lunch for the kids. While I was there, my brother-in-law, Sean, went to the Bella Beach office just to see if they, or anyone they knew, had a metal detector. Well, praise Jesus, one of their husband's had just gotten one...brand new, still in the box. She called him and not long after, he was down on the sand looking for my ring! I was on my way back to the spot where my precious husband was still digging, when I passed Larry, the metal detector guy, and his wife coming back up the stairs. I said, "please tell me you are coming back because you found my ring!" YES, he had found it. It was 1:00 pm now. Keven had been on his hands and knees in the sand for 2 1/2 hours.

When we got back to the house, Keven got down on his now sun-burnt knee to place my sandy treasure back on my finger. It felt good.

More than anything, it was nice to know that Keven and I are the same couple with or without that ring. We love Jesus and we trust him with our marriage.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my ring. I just recognize that my true treasures are elsewhere!


***The ring was found right where we thought it would be, about two feet in front of where I was standing when it fell off!***