Lovers and Knots

Sometime a couple summers ago  I went to Colorado Springs with a group to the Garden of the Gods (if you live in Colorado and you've never been - GO! It's fantastic.), and in the gift shop I found (of all things), a ring.

Now, I'm not really a girly-girl (shocking, I know), but I do love me some jewelry. especially rings.  Why, I don't know.  I just like them.

So I got this ring, because I loved it.  This was around the time that I was starting to re-examine my faith, and around the time that I was (although not a Christian) starting to rediscover God. And the ring turned into a symbol of my relationship with God.  I wear it on my ring finger on my left hand.  It's sort of a purity ring, but it's more.  It's not just that I'm waiting for my version of Mr. Darcy, it's that until I meet him (and even after I meet him), God is my everything.  The ring is traditionally a lovers knot ring.  And that's what it is.  I've fallen head-over-heels completely crazy in love with God.  And thats why I wear that ring.

But somehow, sometime in the last 2 months, I managed to forget why I wear the ring.  I play with it constantly, take it off, twist it around, put it back on.  I feel naked without it.  But I forgot what it meant.  Until Sunday (Thank you, N, for the sermon...). 

But it's true, God IS my everything.  I'm his bride.  And I need to remember that.