The Case of The Missing State Ring

The hiding place.

The State Championship Class ring.

Mischievous Ben--The Culprit

Ben--my sweet little buddy

Today is Allie's birthday. She turned 16, but that will be another blog. This one, however, is pretty interesting since it involves the miracle of prayer, gemstones, rings, bad guys, a mischivous little boy, and a very secret hiding place.

For Christmas the only thing Allie really wanted was a state championship class ring. It arrived at the high school just days before Christmas and was all that she had hoped for. It even had engraved on it something no other soccer class ring could say, "first ever". Well a few days ago Allie came home to discover her ring and the velvet box missing from her dresser. Allie is pretty good at keeping her room clean and orderly so she probably didn't just misplace it. She and the little kids looked and looked but to no avail. Again this morning she tried to get her family" looking for her ring as a birthday present. Marcus and Mia were pulling out books from the shelves, looking in toy boxes, but came up with nada. I decided that maybe we should make this a matter of prayer, so after Allie opened her presents we knelt in a circle holding hands and asked Heavenly Father to help us find the ring.

Because my faith isn't as tuff as it should be there is always the fear that if we don't find the ring then the kids will think that the Lord really doesn't hear their prayers. But we resumed looking trying to do our part. A few minutes later, our neighbor boy, Ben, one of my very favorite people in the world burst through the door yelling for Marcus. "I have my good Knights, Marcus so you can play with me." He said. (He has a little confusion with say, "goodnight" and knowing that Knights in his mind are cool and good.) I felt to ask him about the ring so I took him aside and carefully told him about our problem. This was his response. . .

"Oh Amy, I am so sorry, I took the ring and threw it away." I panicked until he continued on. "Yea, I think it was a ring of a bad guy so I threw it away in the laundry room behind the stuff." And then just to make sure we were still friends, he said, "Oh I wuv you Amy so I'm sorry I took Allies wing." Then with perfect memory he was able to lead me to the ring. I had to pull out quite a bit of stuff to find it back behind our Christmas tree, the one we didn't use this year, and probably wouldn't have used again next year since we're back into getting live trees. I don't think we would have EVER found that ring on our own. I believe it was a tender mercy sent from our Father in Heaven to let us know that he is aware of us, even of our little material possession worries.