Hi Phil,
I believe it.  Well, our God is the finder of lost things.  After all, he
found us, didn't he?
Vinny
----- Original Message -----
From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Sunday, October 23, 2005 4:51 PM
Subject: The True Story About The Ring


> the story goes this way.  We were about ready to go to church.  We
> were attending a small church about three or four minutes from our
> house.  I've talked about it before on the list, the church, that
> is.  That morning, just before leaving for church, Sandy told me
> she lost her wedding ring.  She had some of this high power super
> duper cleaning fluid she had purchased from QVC that is supposed
> to make your jewelry look shiny new.  This fluid is in a fairly
> small container but a little plastic flat plate like thing with a
> thin shaft of plastic running up the middle so you can lift the
> jewelry in and out.  The plastic shaft, or stem, is used for
> raising and lowering the jewelry but you can also put your rings
> over it so they don't slide off as you lift them out.  Well, at
> any rate, the ring was gone.  I began hunting for it there on the
> vanity in the bathroom.  It was a nice day out and I quickly
> started getting hot and sweaty in the small bathroom with my good
> Sunday clothes on.  I normally wore a suit at that time, and
> since I didn't want to get my clothing dirty, and I likewise
> didn't want to take the time to change clothes, I stripped down to
> just my underwear and got down on the floor and began looking.
> Back in those days, we had a cat box under the vanity and that was
> right over where Sandy had been cleaning her rings.  So, of
> course, I looked through the cat box.  I looked in every drawer,
> container, bottle, in the sink, bathtub, clothes hamper, and I
> covered every square inch of the floor more than once.  Nothing.
> After about an hour, I was ready to give up.  It just was not in
> the bathroom.  I finally, being the big spiritual man that I am,
> decided to pray.  Yep, after an hour of crawling around like an
> animal in my underwear, it dawned on me I should pray about it.  I
> did pray.  Something made me think of the fluid container and I
> immediately rejected looking in it again.  I had looked in it a
> couple of times already and the ring was not in there; absolutely
> not in there.  But I did it finally again since something seemed
> to tell me to do so.  No, it hadn't fallen out.  No, it wasn't
> under that plastic plate I was telling you about.  It was dead
> center with the stem holding it right where it should have been.
> Now, you can believe me or not but that ring had not been there
> the two times I had looked there before.  After praying, it was
> there.  You figure it out and when you have figured it out, let me
> know how the ring got there.
>
> Phil.
>
>
>
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