more ring drama

When Rod proposed to me, the ring he had chosen did not fit. It was too big and so slipped off my finger easily when I washed my hands or showered or did dishes or anything... A dangerous situation in an active life.

So I went to Chinese gold shop to ask about getting it re-sized. He looked at it with his jewelers microscope, whatever that's called, and gave me good and bad news: The jewel (Burmese ruby) is real. But the silver is not. The ring was merely silver-plated and thus could not be cut and melded back together seamlessly.

The next day I took it to another jeweler who said he could resize it, but it would leave a mark-- the spot where the ring is fashioned back together is not as shiny as the rest of it.

Now with this ring on my finger, I like all the work that has surrounded it, the love Rod put into choosing it for me (in a color that I like so uniquely), the way that it wasn't quite right and needed adjustment and the adjustment shows, even the idea that the jewel is real and lovely but the ring itself is just ordinary-- A reminder of the precious faith and love that God has poured into us in our lives and in this marriage is like "treasure held in jars of clay"-- how could something so lovely be contained in something so imperfect and ordinary?



My ring, Rod's tat... God bless us!