It is significant to me for many reasons.
When I look at it, I just think, "Mom." I saw it on her hand for many years, and it has her name written all over it.
The ring also means a lot to me because my dad gave it to her. And she still wore it.
The ring also has a unique characteristic -- its gold band is no longer continuous. There is an interruption, a break in its fluidity. This happened as a result of the ring having to be cut off of Mom's finger during one of her visits to the hospital.
I could easily take it to a jeweler to have it welded back together. But this idiosyncrasy is a poignant reminder to me of her suffering. On the surface, she sparkled like a jewel. Her worth never diminished -- no, instead it appreciated in value. But turn the hand over, and there was evidence of a sharp tool that had caused irreversible damage, leaving sharp edges exposed.
Wearing the ring and feeling those sharp edges on the underside of my finger remind me of what she endured with such grace and without complaint.
It is a beautiful ring -- but not as beautiful as she was.
It sparkles -- but not as much as she did.
"The Lord their God will save them on that day
as the flock of his people.
They will sparkle in his land
like jewels in a crown."
as the flock of his people.
They will sparkle in his land
like jewels in a crown."
Zechariah 9:16
I like that one, too. I'm glad you have it.
ReplyDeleteBut that one I actually cut off her finger one day at home. :-)