Possessions

I never wear my ring.

It's too nice to wear around the house, and by then, I forget to put it on if I go out.

I really miss wearing it, so I found it and wore it to church last Sunday.

While I was playing the organ I remembered why I don't like to wear it on Sundays!

I took it off. Between songs.

I didn't want to put it in my lap, forget, and then stand up.

I put it on the organ. And forgot.

I remembered mid-week.

This morning we checked: It was gone.

There is another ward after us, so we checked. Nothing.

As I was taking the sacrament today, and feeling really sad, I had a thought.

Jarrod bought my ring by selling his car. There was never any hesitation.

He gave up his only possession that could pay for the ring.

Heavenly Father gave up his most prized possession: His Son.

The Savior gave us the only thing He possessed to save us: His life.

Of course I'm sad, but having that perspective has helped.

I'm grateful for tender mercies.