I just wanted to tell about this testimony that happened on a Sunday night after coming home from church.

On my thirteenth birthday my mom and dad gave me a ring. So on Sunday we had to stop at the store to get milk before going home. While my mom was in the store my dad was playing around with my brother and me. Well, my dad grabbed my ring finger and accidentally pulled to hard and one of the diamonds on my ring dug into my skin. I sat back down and took off my ring to check the damage. Without thinking I changed positions and heard a clink.

I looked down on my lap and didn't find my ring.

Of course I started to panic and started looking around my seat. When I opened the door, my brother asked what was wrong. By the time my mom got out of the store, she walked up and all the doors were open with my dad and brother climbing over the seats. I started crying because it was very special to me. When we couldn't find it, we had to go home. When we got home we sat in the van and prayed. Then we got out and started looking again.

My dad started to take off the rubber piece that went along the bottom of the sliding side door. He took the flashlight and looked down in the track and saw the ring. It took awhile to get it out, but finally he got it. It was a little dirty and the middle gem wiggles a bit, but other than that it was fine. Every time I look at it I thank the Lord for helping us find it.

God Bless!