Not long after G and I got married and moved away, we lived in a duplex that was a short walk from a large duck pond. G and I enjoyed throwing bread to the cute ducks. We were usually the only people around, and there was this one spot with a big tree so we could get shade. One day we were out there, and I threw a piece of bread as hard as I could, and off flew my ring. It wasn't my wedding ring, but it was a ring that belonged to G's mom that his Aunt Shirley gave me after G's mom died of breast cancer. I loved G's mom. She was very special to me as she was to many people.
I was just sick that this happened. I made G roll up his pants and go in the water. He looked and looked, but he couldn't find it. I asked G to pray with me that somehow we would find it. It started getting late, so we had to leave. I kept praying that somehow we would get that ring back.
A couple months passed, and every time I looked at that duck pond, I thought of my ring. One day while I was at work, G took a bike ride to the duck pond. He said "something" was telling him to look. It had been hot, and we were in a drought, so the water level had gone done. G said he walked right up to the edge of the water, looked down, and there was my ring!
I think God is pleased when we remember what He has done, give Him the credit, and thank Him for it.
"Anyone who can be trusted in little matters can also be trusted in important matters." Luke 16:10a
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