Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The Ring

In 1987 I graduated high school from Will Rogers High School in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  At the time it was built, it was known as "Will on the Hill."  Being so far out of town, it's location on a small hill made it very visible.  Now it sits in a residential area and cannot be seen from the major street that encircle it.  It remains a majestic salute to the artistsans of the WPA who built many works of art during the depression.

Not one to stray far from home, I traveled exactly 5 blocks west and attended the University of Tulsa on a music and academic scholarship thanks to  Joe Metzer and Ron Predl who made sure I had the funds to study. 

There I learned to love different styles of music and literature.  I worked one year in the library (pictured above), a haven for me.  I practiced for hours in Tyrell Hall and worked 3 years in the music department.  I made life-long friends and met my husband there.

At the beginning of my senior year, my parents took me out for my birthday dinner and presented me with my University of Tulsa Class Ring.  I have treasured that ring.  I've worn it every day for years.   Until last fall.  After a trip to Oklahoma, I couldn't find it.  I didn't worry.  Things always turn up. 

December.  January.  February.  No Ring.

March.  Hmmm.  Started to worry. 

April.  I told David I couldn't find it.  Was sure it would turn up when I got out the suitcases to pack for soccer tournaments.

May.  Mother's Day - still no ring.

Monday.  Suitcases.  No Ring.

Tuesday.  Panic.

Cosmetic bags.  No ring.

Deep sadness.

This morning - I prayed.  I began going through all my purses.  Got the big box down - emptied every pocket.  Nothing.

Okay.  Deep breath.  I began putting stuff in a different purse to take to the soccer tourament.  Travel requires bigger bags.  (this is lost on men).  I sorted, filed, cleaned, trashed. 

Before I put away the now empty bag I had been carrying for 2 weeks, I patted down all the pockets.  Something I normally do.  I felt a lump in a tiny obscure zipper section.  Earrings, I thought.  For some strange reason, I often remove my earrings and put them in my purse.

I dumped the bag and out fell two silver ball earings.  And one gold class ring!

My ring! 

I grasped it to my heart and start praising God, "Thank you Jesus!  You heard me!  You found my ring!" be continued.


  1. I can't wait to hear more. I love it when God tells us He loves us in ways He knows that we understand. So happy for you:)

  2. Being raised a Catholic, I always prayed to St. Anthony the Saint of lost things or causes. But a few years ago I thought, "why pray to him? Go straight to the top!" Now I pray to Jesus when I lose something, and I ALWAYS find it! So glad you found it!