It was New Year’s Day, and Yosemite National Park was quiet under a thick blanket of fresh snow. Paul and I had visited every New Year’s Day since he proposed to me there, and this particular visit was shaping up to be just as perfect as the rest.
My hubby takes amazing landscape photography, so we spent the day photo-hopping around the park. Yosemite Falls, Half Dome, El Capitan, the quaint little church—we hit all the good spots, and he got some great shots. Near the end of the day, we stopped at Curry Village to get some snacks and warm up a bit. That’s when he noticed it. His wedding ring. It was gone.
He checked his pockets, his camera gear, the inside of his gloves, and between the car seats. We traced our steps around the village, hoping it had fallen off his hand somewhere close by. The alternative was depressing. If he had lost it while taking photos, it could be anywhere. We’d wound our way along miles of roads and trails, all— don’t forget—covered in snow.
When we finally quit searching the village, we pretty much gave up hope of finding his ring. Losing his wedding ring on the anniversary of our engagement, at the same location where he asked me to marry him, was ironic (in a sad way). We didn’t want to give up, but as we looked out over that vast Yosemite Valley, the impossibility of ever finding his ring sobered us, and we packed up to head home.
Before we left the park, Paul asked if he could make one last stop. Now that the afternoon sun was casting better lighting, he wanted to retake photos at the very first location he had shot that morning. So we parked the car, he ran off down the trail to do his magic, and I trailed along behind, praying as I went:
Lord, I know it’s just a wedding ring and that in light of eternity it doesn’t matter all that much. But it’s special to us, and I know You know exactly where it is. We’ve looked and looked with no luck, but if You’d let us find it, we will always remember every January 1st that You are a God who does miracles.
I finished my prayer just as I reached the overlook. I looked down at my feet, and—I’m not making this up!—there, making a perfect silver circle in the snow, was Paul’s wedding ring.
Even writing it now, I’m grinning from ear to ear, tears glistening in my eyes, remembering all over again the giddy excitement that filled my heart in that instant. God reached into space and time and did for me what I could never do on my own. We serve a God who works miracles!
The God who spoke this universe into existence, who holds the stars and planets in place and needs absolutely nothing from you, chooses to love you, pursue you, and give you everything you need. This same God is perfectly able to do anything. He “is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think” (Eph. 3:20).
Does something in your life feel impossible? Finishing school? Leaving home? Getting a job? Forgiving a friend? Finding a guy who loves Jesus? Maybe it is—for you. But giving you the best gifts is child’s play for your God!
I can promise you this: If something is truly best for you (regardless of whether you think it’s best for you—wink), God will deliver. In the meantime, enjoy Him, trust Him, wait for His timing, work hard, and get out there and live your life. And when He does come through, even if it’s not in the way you imagined, remember to give bunches of glory to the God who still does miracles.
Tell me, are you facing an “impossible” situation? How have you watched God provide for you or someone you know that reminds you He won’t let you down?
PS: This post is adapted from my book Crushed: Why Guys Don’t Have to Make or Break You. Check it out here.