I remember sitting with my mother-in-law during the last few months of her life here, and seeing a large ring hanging on her bedroom door knob with cards attached on it. It had a watercolor cross and ribbons with beads at the ends streaming down in the front.
I asked her about it, and she called it a Blessing Ring. Cards and notes that had struck a chord in her heart, she attached as reminders of how loved she was. My heart was smitten with this beautiful, simple thing.
I watched her in dark moments of waves of nausea hunker down with that ring and flip through those cherished cards. The beautiful artwork, the meaningful sentiments, the prayers penned and spoken over her. It was nourishment in weary moments. It was reminders of deep love. It was a treasure just for her heart.
When she was called home, my sister-in-law and I had become quite attached to the power behind this Blessing Ring. Unspoken, we both placed one in our own lives. A few years later, God continues to tug at both of our hearts and we have many times handed them to people who cross our paths. We both still use them; we always will. They are simple and personal.
I’ve made them for each of my sons. I attach cards that friends and family have given them that remind them of the importance of their worth. I write out notes and prayers over them and add them too. I will pass on these rings to them as they get older.
I don’t know what I did before Blessing Rings were such a part of my life… precious and powerful words are not tucked in a shoebox any more for me.. I love sharing the Blessing Ring with others. It is a beautiful way to keep track of memorable moments in your life.