Andrew called me Monday night with the kind of news that sinks your stomach—he’d lost his gold ring, a gift from his wife 20 years ago. He’d been doing landscaping at a drugstore near Orlando while spreading mulch and cutting down a tree; and somewhere along the way, the ring vanished.
I told him I’d be there, first thing in the morning. I stopped and prayed to God that He would lead me to the ring the next day.
When I arrived, I headed straight for the freshly spread mulch out front. My Minelab Manticore lit up constantly—coins, pull tabs, even a silver bracelet—but not the one thing we were hoping for. No ring!
I reached out to John, Andrew’s employee, who was supposed to meet me there, but he was delayed by rain. When I asked if there were any other areas they’d worked, he mentioned a spot behind the store where they had removed a tree. That was all I needed.
I moved to the back and started searching, working the area carefully for the next 20–30 minutes. Still nothing but junk. John eventually showed up, and I told him I was methodically gridding the area—but so far, no luck. After he left, I was determined not to miss anything, but running out of areas to search. I prayed again, “Lord lead me to the ring.”
I changed my approach. Instead of scanning the ground, I walked over to the actual stump of the tree they had removed. The moment I swept my detector over it, I got a strong, unmistakable signal.
Right in the hollow of the stump—tucked among bark and fresh sawdust—I spotted it. A beautiful heavy gold ring!
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