I have been struggling with the situation with my husband and someone said to "give it to God." I'm not good with that. I like to be in control of things. No matter what I say, I don't like to just sit back and let things happen, but as soon as I said that's exactly what I would do, and truly made an attempt to do that, I found my wedding ring. I took it off not long after we separated and put it in my medicine cabinet. This is one place that my 2 year old still can't reach. I went back to get it and I couldn't find it. I looked everywhere. The day after I decided to "let go and let God," I got down on my bedroom floor and started going through a crate under my bed. I don't know what possessed me to do such a thing, goodness knows my house is in such a state, that I needed to get to the other things I had planned, well, lo and behold, my ring was in the crate. No logical explanation what pushed me to pull out that crate (I wasn't in need of anything I keep in it, in fact, I hadn't been in it since before D and I separated), and absolutely no explanation of how the ring got there. Is somebody trying to tell me something?