Matthew 6:6

For all you scripture buffs out there, I learned the importance of that scripture (also repeated in the Book of Mormon in Alma 34).  This is when Jesus gave the Sermon on the Mount and told us when we pray to "enter into thy closet."

On Sunday, I was getting ready to leave for church.  My wedding ring was not in my jewelry box, so I assumed it was in the little dish I have for my ring in the kitchen (thanks Rachel Ray for that idea).  When I went to put it on, it wasn't there.  I ran back upstairs to look harder in my jewelry box, but couldn't see it.  I couldn't imagine where it would be.  It is only put in those two spots.  I didn't have time to keep looking, so I went to church.  I spent the next 3 hours at church trying to figure out where I could have placed it.  I was most frustrated because I couldn't even remember wearing it on Saturday.  I remember being on a date with Scott on Friday, looking down at my ring and telling Scott how much I loved my ring.  That was my last memory of it.

When we came home I was talking to Scott about it (he remained very calm about the whole thing - which I appreciate.  However, sometimes it would be nice to have someone panic with me just to make me feel sane).  He asked me if I took it off in the car.  I keep a bottle of lotion in my car and will take my ring off to put lotion on, then put it back on.  Having no memory of Saturday, I went into a panic.  What if I took my ring off, put it on my lap and forgot to put it back on.  Then when I got out of the car it fell into the parking lot.  So in my panic I drove over to the Nordstrom parking lot and in my Sunday best, was crawling around looking under cars.  I'm sure it was a lovely sight.

When I came home I seriously started to have an anxiety attack.  My sweet little Megan said, "Mom, why don't we say a prayer to find it."  I told her I thought that was a great idea.  So we kneeled down to pray and I asked her if she would say the prayer since it was her idea.  She did.  And just after she asked for help to find my wedding ring, she then added a plea to help us find Mario Party 8 (a game for the Wii).  I seriously think my eyes popped open.  The last thing I cared about at the moment was finding a video game.

So I spent the next two hours going through the house.  About an hour and a half through that search, I finally remembered that when I was making Josh's bed Saturday night after washing the sheets I thought my ring was getting in the way.  I now knew it had to be in the house.  I finally found myself in my closet for the fourth time.  I wondered if I had put the ring in my pocket while making the beds and it dropped when I put my pants away.  While sitting on the floor of the closet I looked at the shoes again.  I happened to pick up a pair of Scott's shoes and move them over, and there it was.  I'm assuming that I did put it in my pocket.  It dropped on the floor when putting my pants away.  And the shoes they were under were shoes Scott had worn that day.  They must have been put away after I had changed.

So as I found myself on my knees in my closet saying my Thank You's, I heard Megan and Josh coming into my room.  I was so excited I said to Megan, "Meg your prayer worked!  I found my ring."  She was just as excited as I was.  AND THEN, she said, "Now all we have to do is find Mario Party 8."  Just as I was ready to be thrilled about this new testimony of prayer my daughter learned, I realized it wasn't complete.  But really, it was now hinging on a Wii video game.  I said my own little silent prayer to please help me find this game.  Luckily that night, it mysteriously showed up.

So praying in our closet has a whole new literal meaning for our little family.