I felt my left ring finger.  My engagement ring felt sharp.  The diamond was gone!  That began the stress. 

Our family had moved from Long Island to Rhinebeck, New York, just a couple of weeks before.  We were in the car on the way back to Long Island to a music festival that Matt and Kris were participating in when I discovered it.  I was devastated. 

How do you look for a diamond?  I was consumed with trying to find it . . . feeling under every cushion . . . feeling the rug wherever I thought I could have bumped my ring finger . . . afraid to vacuum.  For two weeks my life was about my missing diamond.

I was in our screened in porch with the vacuum cleaner when God spoke quietly to my heart.  The vacuum bag was full and I had just gone through all the dirt in search of my diamond.  I took a breath and said from my heart, “OK, God . . . I sure would like to find it, but I am thankful that the only thing that has changed is that my diamond is missing.  I am still married to the greatest guy on the planet.  All the memories that stone represents to me are still in tact”. 

 . . . and at that moment I felt peace return. 

Why I walked up to my bedroom just then I do not know.  The sun was filtering in the back window and shining on the rug.  The moment I walked into the room I saw a tiny sparkle . . . and there it was . . . my diamond!  I picked it up and with tears streaming down my face raced up to Ralph’s office . . .

I know that my Heavenly Father cares about the little things.