Yesterday was laundry day. Again. I have not yet figured my way out of laundry day... And we were going to have to wash clothes or make a trip to Walmart before our showers, so laundry day it was.
Some parts of the world don't have it so easy as simply a laundry day, so I choose to rejoice in my abundance. But that is for another day.
Awhile back my husband, Michael, lost his ring. Not his wedding ring - the other one. It was his commitment ring to God. A few years ago he was gifted a ring with a cross cut out of the center. It was to be used as a silent reminder of his commitment to Christ. And since that day when Michael was gifted that ring, he has worn it. When Michael was struggling or angry with God or needing some quiet time to sort through his thoughts, he turned the cross inward. When he felt strong enough to be a disciple of Christ working in his life, he turned the cross outward. But every day Michael wore it.
Because, one day, it disappeared when he took it off to shower and get ready for work. We looked everywhere, but we could not find his ring. And for Michael, that was a pretty big deal.
So back to yesterday, and laundry day. There I was sorting through the bins of dirty clothes, and I wondered why the clothes towards the bottom were burning hot. So I pulled the bins away to look. And the picture below is what I found.....
There was an old radiator in the baseboard that we thought did not work. And up against that old baseboard radiator was our laundry. And our plastic clothing bags. And our extra bath mats. And a painter's drop cloth - with paint on it. And underneath this burning pile of stuff - stuff that had been melting and burning since it turned cold, stuff that had smelled, but I couldn't figure out why - was Michael's ring. I wanted to take a picture of the ring for you, but he's wearing it and he is at work today. It's just a normal Monday.
Could have turned out much differently, save for the miracle. Could have been a tragic Monday instead. See, there is a family at my boys' school who just lost everything. Their house burned to the ground just three streets over from ours. I bought smoke detectors, but I haven't taken the time to figure out how to attach them to an old 1940's plaster ceiling. So this- this salvation from fire - it is a true miracle.
I don't know why God saved us and yet our neighbors are having to rebuild their lives. We certainly don't deserve to be saved while they suffer. I have no answer. But I am grateful. And I recognize God's saving hand.
My oldest son, Key, saw the burned pile and his first words say it all.
"Praise be to God we are okay. Mom, Praise be to God."
Yes, Key, Praise be to God. And thank you, God. Thank you for guiding us to your ring.