Speechless

I've awakened this morning with so much to say, but none of it seems very compelling, but I'll tell it all to you anyway. ;-)

First of all, Tim's dad heard a news report last week that an arrest was made in our town, and a huge stash of jewelry from past robberies was found. The camera panned over this table of jewelry and the reporter said, "So if you recognize it, call this number...." Phil's immediate thought was that my wedding rings might be among them (we were robbed Oct. of 2008). Tim thought about not telling me until he'd explored the situation more, but went ahead and said something last night. I, of course, was quite surprised to hear this news, but immediately tried to tell myself, "long shot!" The thought of having my wedding rings back brought tears to my eyes. I think about them a lot! I know to some people I should think of them as "just" an object, something I owned. I can't though. Those rings meant much  more to me than just pretty jewelry. Tim chose them for me, put them on my finger in answer to very important questions and vows we have taken. Having them back? Wondrous! 

I went to bed not even really thinking about it. I didn't know it would invade my entire night's sleep! I woke up from at least 2 dreams crying, so I guess it was on my mind! Tim called the police this a.m. to see what the dealio is. A detective has to call us back tomorrow. Of course, he's off today. I'm not holding out any hope, but what a miracle it would be.

Next item: I am 10 days late for my period, which made me burst into tears last night when I finally looked at my calendar. Why the tears? Because there is no way I'm pregnant (yes, I'm sure, so don't ask...please), and so what does missing this period mean? Is my body getting ready to go through some significant change? Does this mean I'm getting to the end of being able to get pregnant? Yes, I know I'm jumping to conclusions, jumping the gun. Can't help thinking about it, though. It is great consolation, however (and I mean this in a totally true, not a holy, religious, just saying the words way!), that God is my great Comforter! Whether or not I ever get pregnant, whether or not Tim and I ever hae kids is in God's hands, and that IS a source of huge comfort to me. I don't have to carry all my own burdens. My God does that for me. How wondrous that is for me!!

Ok, enough for now. I'll write more about my spinning, swirling thoughts tomorrow. Meanwhile I have errands to run, bills to pay, and a very messy kitchen to clean up. (I spent Friday whirlwind cooking for the youth retreat I went on this weekend - no time to clean up beforehand. Oh, and surprise, surprise - Tim didn't do all the dishes while I was gone). I love him anyway! ;-)