In the other room was a teen girl who came to help watch the kids as I packed. And I heard this tiny little whisper that said, “Give her the ring.”
Give her the ring, Lord? Is this message from You? I put the
ring on my finger and noticed how pretty it looked. Suddenly, it seemed
to sparkle more, and it looked so much more elegant on my hand than ever
before. Maybe I do want it, after all? I thought.
“Give her the ring.”There it was again. That whisper. But, Lord, it’s an awfully valuable gift to just hand off to someone, especially someone so young. What would her parents think? Would they think it was improper to give a ring like this to their girl in such a casual manner?
“Give her the ring.”
I still had the ring on my hand when I accidentally bumped it up against the
counter. And it reminded me of how much I really do dislike having
jewelry on. There was really no reason to hang onto it, other than sheer
covetousness. And, obviously, God wanted her to have it.
I went into the other room and awkwardly asked her if she would like a ring
that I didn’t use anymore. She was a little surprised, but gladly
accepted it. When I walked away, I turned around in time to see her
admiring it on her hand. And I knew that I did the right
thing. But a little later that evening, I understood more about why it was so important to God that I gave her this ring. She told me that she and her parents were trying to get her a “purity ring,” a ring to help encourage her to stay pure until marriage. She had wanted something nice, but they did not have the extra money for such a ring. And there were three different styles that she had her eyes on . . . one of them being just like the one I gave her.
When I heard that, I really saw the importance of listening to and obeying God’s whispers, even if they seem outrageous or insignificant to us at the time. You see, I had no idea what significance there was behind such a little command, being asked to give away something that I didn’t want anymore.
But God
did.
He knew a
girl that wanted a ring for a good reason - a ring that she couldn’t
afford. And He knew a woman who had that exact ring and didn’t want it
anymore. And at the right time (of all the things that I could have been
packing up, it happened to be that drawer), He put things in place. And
then He whispered . . . “Give her the ring.”
Oh, how
many times He whispers to us!
But how
many times do we hear and obey? 
[After I heard what the ring meant to her, I polished it up a little more and
put it into a nice box to present it to her properly. And I also talked
to her parents later to make sure that I did not offend them by giving such a
valuable gift to her. They were okay with it.]
Have you ever heard God’s whisper? What did He say? What did you do?
