One time, when I was about 20 years old, Harry Connick, Jr. came in concert to some ski resort around Salt Lake City. Since he is one of my all time favorite musical artists, obviously I wanted to go. Besides, not only is he delightful to listen to, he's pretty darn cute, too!
So, a couple of friends and I got tickets and made our big plans. The concert date was just after BYU had let out for the summer, so the arrangement was that I would drive up to SLC from Orem, my friend Melinda would drive down to SLC from Farmington, and Allison (who lived in SLC) would meet us at a parking lot somewhere downtown, and would then drive us all to the concert in her car.
I had a slight problem, though. My car was not reliable enough to get me "all the way" to Salt Lake. It barely got me around Provo. So, I figured I'd borrow my parents' car and that all would be well. It was fine with them, so everything was set to go.
The day of the concert my mom took me aside and told me that she just didn't feel good about me driving up there. Like I said, I was 20 years old and had driven up to SLC and back many times (even late at night) with no issues, so there wasn't really any rhyme or reason to her bad feeling. Except that my mom's feelings aren't anything to scoff at. Her intuition is remarkably in tune, especially when it comes to her children. It's just that back then, I was still in my rolling-of-the-eyes phase whenever such things were brought to my attention, so naturally, I scoffed at her feeling.
She didn't stop me from going, just warned me to be very careful and then prayed a lot while I was gone. I may have ignored her premonitions, but she certainly didn't.
I got to the designated meeting spot with no problem. I parked my car, stowed my dad's keys in my purse, and hopped in Allison's car, all according to plan. Melinda arrived shortly after I did and the three of us excitedly headed straight up to whatever-it-was-called ski resort to see Harry.
And Harry did not disappoint. The concert was amazing and we had a fabulous time.
Just before the concert ended, I was rummaging through my purse for something or the other and I realized my keys--er--my dad's keys, weren't in there. I looked all around our spot on the lawn and couldn't see them anywhere. I thought maybe they had fallen out without my noticing when I bought my t-shirt, or maybe while we were eating our sack lunches outside the venue. As soon as the concert ended, the three of us searched everywhere we could think of. They weren't turned in, not at the concession stand--we even rooted through garbage cans.
And found nothing. It was like those keys had simply disappeared off of the face of the earth.
Finally, after we had stayed for an entire hour, we figured it was a lost cause and headed back down the mountain. Since this was in the dark ages before cell phones existed, we had to go downtown to find a pay phone so I could call my parents and tell them what had happened. I was pretty distraught about the whole thing, not so much because the keys were lost, but because my father had a bad habit of storing his wedding ring on his keys, and I had noticed it was still on the keyring when I got to Salt Lake. So, yeah, he was a little mad about that. And they weren't very thrilled that their car would be an hour away all night, but there was nothing to be done.
I stayed the night at Allison's house in SLC, and lucky for me, she had to come down to Provo for a summer class the next day anyway. Then, my mom and I drove her car up with the extra keys and picked up the car I had left.
It all seemed like such a waste of time and effort, but not too long after that I was reminded of how uneasy my mom had felt about my going to the concert in the first place. I believe that the keys really were taken off the face of the earth in order to insure my safety. I have no idea what might have happened to me that night after the concert had I driven back to Orem by myself, but I have no doubt that it wouldn't have been good. After all, my mom has perfect intuition.
How wonderful that God watched over me that night, even though I wanted to see Harry so badly that I didn't listen to my mother. (You can bet that I never rolled my eyes at her feelings again after that experience!) It's even more wonderful that He continues to watch over me and you and each of His children here on earth.
Even if it means taking away your dad's wedding ring.