Lost

As I reached for my watch and wedding ring, I glanced up at one of my jewelry boxes. It was empty. It should not have been empty. Several thoughts raced through my brain at once.

Did I misplace the beautiful bracelet that my husband gave me on Valentine's Day? Maybe it is under the stack of clothes on my dresser. Oh no, did I lose it?

I didn't have time to tear my house apart; I needed to get to work.

Maybe I lost it at work. Could it have fallen off?

I worried all the way to work, wracking my brain to remember when I last wore it. Almost as soon as I walked in the door at work, I asked Security if a bracelet was turned in. It was not. I looked all over my office space, in my purse and bag, and in the area that I hang my coat. Nothing. I kept my eyes open all day, looking in every corner of the building.

I may or may not have cried. A few times. I adore that bracelet. It was perfect.

All day I thought of places to look at home. Every coat. In the coat closet. On my dresser. Under my dresser. In dresser drawers. I was starting to get worked up and my sweet husband noticed. He told me not to cry and said it might still turn up. I really hope so!

It is a small worry, but I really loved that bracelet and it came from the man I love. It was the perfect bracelet too. I'm heartbroken. I'm praying it shows up. And I'm praying that I can stop worrying.

Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about what happens to you.
~ 1 Peter 5:7