On the second day after my mother-in-law arrived from Bulgaria, she gave me a ring. When I asked my husband to translate from Bulgarian to Spanish, he confirmed what I suspected: the ring belonged to my mother-in-law’s grandmother and was passed down in the family from generation to generation. She gave it to me because I’m the wife of her only son, and she wanted me to always have it.
For me, it meant a lot. I had only met her a few hours earlier. It was a very tender gesture on her part to give me the ring right away.
A few weeks later, I traveled to Pennsylvania for my nephew’s graduation. After we arrived, we went to the mall with my sister and my nephew’s friend. We entered a shop and saw a very interesting ring shaped like a cross. I decided to try it on. I removed the ring my mother-in-law had given me and put it halfway on another finger for safekeeping. After trying on the cross ring, we went back to the hotel.
That night, I went to bed early, and we were very busy the next day. We attended the graduation, followed by a reception. That night, I realized I didn’t have my mother-in-law’s ring on my hand. I was frantic! My sisters helped me look for the ring in my purse, in my suitcase, everywhere. But we couldn’t find it. Then one of my sisters reminded me that I was trying on rings at the store the day before. Immediately, I called the store, but it was late and nobody answered.
The next day before returning to Virginia, we decided to go to the store. I had been praying to the Lord about my lost ring. It was not the financial value but the sentimental value that was important to me.
I prayed, “Mighty God, owner of everything in the world, I know that for you what I ask is not difficult. Perhaps in the eyes of men, it would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack, but for you, it is possible, because your word says that even our hairs are numbered, and I believe so. Father, you also say that we should be thankful when we request something. At this moment, I thank you in advance because you will find that ring, and I can wear it again. Thank you, Father, because in you I put my trust and you are my Lord who can do anything. Amen.”
My sister saw how hard I was praying in the car, asking with all the strength of my heart and with conviction that I would receive a response from God.
When we arrived at the store, my sister went to the first employee she saw and asked if they had found a ring two days earlier. We were sure the ring was lost there. I asked a young man who worked there. He checked the drawer and said that no, they had not found anything but that he would call his manager.
When the manager arrived, he asked me several questions about the ring. I described it: gold and like an antique. He said that he was sorry but they hadn’t found anything.
While I was talking to the manager, my sister and nephew’s friend approached the ring section. They lifted one ring and asked me if it could be my ring. When I looked, it was my ring! It had a price tag of $3.50. I ran to grab it. I hugged and kissed my sister and friend and said, “I serve the Lord who is God who makes the impossible possible.”
The manager cut off the price tag and gave me the ring. As happy as I was when I found the ring, it was a joyful time for God also.
Thanking God who hears prayers of faith and conviction is what I always do. God answers you.
And I was glad to get this beautiful antique ring back. Our Heavenly Father has joy when you come back to him, because for him, we are precious and valuable jewels.