My son always had a knack for picking out jewelry gifts for his mom, me of course. He has not bought me jewelry gifts for a few years now. He knows I love shopping at TJ Maxx so he would get me a generous gift card for that store so I could then select jewelry items to purchase there. I periodically would remind him how I still wear some of the jewelry gifts he bought me even now. Maybe that triggered something inside of him. The other day when speaking to him he told me that he ordered jewelry for me but it would not be made/ready in time for Mother's Day. I said Mother's Day is not until next week. I wonder what it will be, he said it was an updated version of something I already have, has me pondering, definitely has me pondering. It will be ready/made by June. Looking with expectancy. He really pays attention to what his mom likes. He knows I prefer silver over yellow gold when I tend to purchase jewelry items. It has been a while since I purchase yellow gold jewelry items for some reason I think a gemstone tends to shine more brilliant in that type of setting. Meaning silver or white gold.
Oddly enough, my wedding band set was in yellow gold and so was the beautiful wish bone ring setting I had made for me years ago. It was a stunning ring. I love pave set diamonds in a ring because the diamonds just shine so beautiful. I loved that ring it had the pave diamonds going up both sides of that ring and then a marquise diamond was set in the center, actually my original marquise from my wedding band. I remember my former husband never really did like the fact that I upgraded the wedding band with a larger sized marquise diamond and then took the original diamond and placed it in my newly designed ring. I found a journal entry when I was going through my divorce. I did fall and broke my wrist back then and I recalled when I had to give up that ring how it never did fit my finger the same after I broke my wrist. It was a ring I wore on my right hand. It was a yellow gold setting that was a thick type of setting that caught my attention at the jewelry store in the jewelry case. This jeweler was recommended to me that they did a great job designing/creating jewelry. I went to the jeweler with my diamonds and knew I wanted a ring designed just for me.
I think I can honestly say I missed this ring more than selling my wedding band ring. This is what happened. Tuition was due at the Catholic school we sent our children to at the time. The school contacted my husband about this tuition being due. He was not too pleased getting the message from the school and somehow he put this financial responsibility on me at the time. The children if I recall correctly also needed winter coats. I only knew to do 1 thing. Contact my brother because he would buy jewelry from people in their time of need and give cash for the selling of the jewelry. I cannot know this for certain but I always thought my father gave him the money to buy the rings from me. That was my hunch back then. I have even pondered over the years if he had in one of his safety deposit boxes my 2 rings. I will never know that because we were never given those items when he died. I sold the 2 rings for $1000.00. I know they were both valued at more than that at the time but I needed cash to fulfill the tuition obligation and purchase winter coats for the children. Oddly enough there is a story behind how I acquired the diamonds that I used to create the wishbone ring. My father met us children one morning for breakfast and he gave us each a most generous gift in a check. I think it was my brother that showed us a piece of diamond jewelry he just purchased from someone in hardship and they needed cash. Isn't that interesting? Years later I was now selling those very diamonds for the same reason. I did not know back then about breaking curses and things of that deliverance nature that I should have prayed over after purchasing that piece of diamond jewelry. Oh back to the story, my father assured me the diamonds were well worth paying $500.00 for it. I bought it from my brother and that is what I used to have the wishbone ring designed for me. As I think back on it even though it was years ago I still recall the beauty of that ring. Maybe there was a curse on the diamond jewelry transferred to me when I purchased it or maybe it was a door opened in my life of greed. I do not know, I do know that my husband really did not like that I upgraded our wedding band with a larger marquise diamond and then took the original marquise diamond and placed it in the new ring. We were married 10 years at the time. Even though we renewed our wedding vows with the upgraded wedding band at the altar of the Catholic church we attended, he still did not like the fact I changed our wedding band set. Even though it was consecrated by the priest that renewed our wedding vows?
Well, it was just shy of 7 years later that we were in divorce court signing the papers for our divorce. I did not have either one of the rings with me at the time because I sold them. There were enough diamonds in that piece of jewelry that I even upgraded the diamond in my black onyx yellow gold ring my mother bought me as a remembrance of my brother that was lost at sea in 1976. For me to always have as a memory of him. She bought a ring from a jeweler for each one of us girls at the time. A ring that fit both of our personalities and ring size also. I had that ring for many years until 1 day I went to the dentist I think it was for a crown and when I came home I was doing things around the house while still having the numbing not wearing off yet in the event I may have pain later on in the day. I recall going to the store and taking the items out of the bags and the empty bags were on my table. So was that ring. I have a tablecloth that has a black background with florals. I apparently placed my ring on the table and somehow scooped up the ring when disposing of the bags. I did not realize it at the time or I would have searched for the ring. I recently had that ring sized to fit my right hand also so I could wear it on either hand. I went to go wear it one day and could find it nowhere. I retraced my steps and even went back to the jeweler because I was here for something else one day and asked if left the ring there. I think I asked them at one time if I needed an appraisal on the ring since it had sentimental value. I was told I did not need to upgrade the original appraisal since you cannot replace sentiment if lost/stolen. I would have added it to my insurance policy. Oddly enough, even though I did not have it scheduled on my policy I checked to see if it was covered under my policy to replace the ring. I had the original appraisal paperwork from when my mom had it on her policy. It was not covered under my insurance policy. I really was very troubled at the losing of that ring because I had that ring I believe over 40 years and I did not have the heart to share that with my mom. I wonder if she kind of knew, because she is most sensitive to things in the spirit and she then blessed me with one of her rings.
Are you seeing a pattern here? The trail of the diamonds and what happened with me purchasing that piece of diamond jewelry. I can see curse written all over this story do you see it? Sometimes greed will lead you down a wrong trail. I saw the glistening of diamonds that blinded my perspective at the time. Each one of those diamonds I used in pieces of jewelry are no longer in my possession.
I had to pause and do some deliverance ministry right now with Holy Spirit. Oh Holy Spirit is so amazing. I am free and set free from what entered me years ago when I purchased those diamonds. Before that took place I had communion right in my living room. Be careful of the cunning tricks of the enemy. He can use the glistening of diamonds to blind your perspective and trick you into false humility and let pride take over. Years ago Holy Spirit gave me a writing about pride. I shared it before and here is a tiny portion I always remember:
Prancing
Right
Into
Destructive
Exile
Just as I composed that about pride I felt Holy Spirit give me this on FREEDOM:
Finding
Right
Elation
Every
Day
Of
Morality
He then showed me the 7 colors of the rainbow, that is why you see the first letter of each word in the color of the rainbow spectrum. Freedom=God's promises.
I have been up working on this since a little past 3:00AM today, 5/2/2020. My baby boy will soon be turning 31 years old in just a few days.
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Here's my rendition from my memory of the ring I was very fond of:
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