and I was just sitting in bed thinking about how sad I was that I couldn’t find it. That ring symbolized my purity, my commitment to my future husband, my proverbs 31 journey.. and then it hit me: Had my ring turned into more than just a symbol? Had this hunk of metal actually turned into the embodiment of my beliefs, somehow now a part of the white gold? When I lost my ring, I felt like I had somehow lost a bit of my beliefs. I wonder, how often is it that I do that very same thing with God? I refuse to accept Him for what he is, and try to pack him into an image in my head, who likes this or dislikes that. Instead of the creator of the universe, He is a small and comfortable symbol in my mind. No. My ring is not my purity. My God is not simply that image. I will accept Him only for who He tells me He is, and that alone. He is bigger than I can ever fathom and it is pointless to try to pack him neatly and perfectly inside my head because he goes on forever and ever and he is magnificent and beautiful and wonderful. SO THATS WHAT I WAS THINKIN’ ABOOT.