Our house is a mess.
One day this week, I couldn’t find my wedding ring before I went to work. Thus, I was seemingly single for the day in DC. Although there were no cat calls and no one offered to pay for my salad at Panera, the day was still memorable. I felt off all day long. I felt like something was missing and I didn’t feel like myself. Honestly, I felt sad.
My, how things have changed.
Three years ago, I rarely wore my wedding ring. Our marriage was crumbling and my wedding ring, once a symbol of a sacred promise, had become a symbol of frustration, pain, and bitterness. I didn’t want to be constantly reminded that my marriage was failing, so I didn’t wear my wedding ring. We hit rock bottom.
But just like Sylvester Stallone in Rocky II and Britney Spears in 2008, we bounced back.
Now, I feel lost without my wedding ring. Not only is it a beautiful symbol of a sacred promise, but it is now a daily reminder that hope should never die and that restoration is always possible.