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Finding the lost ring
Two of my grandchildren, Katie Rose and Ian, have become very fond of an animated children’s program on TV. The episodes are available on demand so they can watch them any time, and they especially love the one where two little ponies get married.
The other day, Katie Rose came into the kitchen in her pink dress-up dress, wearing a headband with long pink hair we had found at a dollar store. She was crying because she wanted to pretend that she and Ian were getting married, but Ian refused to play because they didn’t have a wedding ring. I was fixing dinner at the time so I turned the heat down on the stove and we went to my room to look in my jewelry box. We did find a gold band that was small enough to fit on her thumb. I told her I was not giving it to her, but she could borrow it for their game and then return it to me.
About ten minutes later I heard her screaming out in the back yard. I turned down the heat again and rushed outside. I could see that she was standing in the far corner of the property in an area that was very overgrown. In our part of Texas, where we were living at the time, we had scorpions and fire ants so I immediately began to pray to know that God kept her safe and protected from harm. We had had some quick healings in the past concerning the bites of those insects, but when I got to her that was not the problem.
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