Proof The Bible Is True

Lost: One irreplaceable ring given to me by my mother.

 

Suspect: An untrustworthy college roommate.

 

Problem: How to tell Mom the ring was missing while I was home on summer break.

 

I was a wreck. Dad gave Mom the ring way back when they were dating, a delicate white-gold band with a gorgeous emerald-cut ruby and a small diamond in the center. Mom entrusted it to me when I went off to college in Des Moines. I didn’t wear it much because the ruby was loose in its setting and I didn’t want anything to happen to that ring. Then one day I couldn’t find it.

 

I tore through my room in a panic. “Has anyone seen my ring?” I asked my roommates. I must have looked like I was about to have a nervous breakdown. They all just shook their heads. Except one. “Ring?” she said. “What ring?”

 

A lot of things had “gone missing” since she moved in, but my other roommates and I could never prove anything. We couldn’t just accuse her. So I stopped looking for the ring and started praying.

 

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