The Lost Ring

Hello lovely people. x

 When I was 11 or 12, there was a relatively new Christian book store (which is now one of my favorite hang-out spots due to the coffee shop, but that's not relevant to the story) that opened up in my hometown. Every so often I'd go in there with my family, and I hold those memories fondly in my mind.
 At some point, I happened upon a ring I really liked. It was a plain silver band, with black text that said, Saved by Grace through Faith. I can't remember why my parents actually got it for me, if it was a birthday, or if they got it for me that night, or what, but I LOVED that ring dearly. I wore it pretty much all the time.

 Then one day, I noticed it was gone. I looked, and looked, and... looked some more. For weeks. Eventually I gave up, and I haven't thought about it in a solid year or two; until a little while ago (like a month or so) I kind of mentioned it to myself in my thoughts and went on about my day.
 Then, in the car today with my grandparents, my Grandma asked if I knew who this little ring belonged to. I squinted, and picked it up with a gasp, turning the silver band over in my hand over and over in shock.

 "Where did you find this?" I questioned. My Grandpa spoke up and said it had gotten trapped in some crack in their driveway. I told them it was, indeed, my ring, and that I thought I had lost it forever.

 I'm sharing this story because not only does it mean a lot to me, but because if something as small and fragile as a ring can handle all kinds of weather- snow, rain, sleet & hail, intense heat, not to mention animals, mud, and multiple cars driving over it as well as people walking over it, who's to say you're not strong enough to make it?

 Something so small and so simple meant so much to me that I nearly started crying. Who's to say someone (you!) doesn't matter? You matter so much more than a ring, and that already means a lot. You have a story, a purpose, and you are meant to do something amazing.
 It's okay to just make it through the day. It's okay to get tired of braving the weather. It's okay to feel like giving up. The important thing is to NOT give up. Know that there is always someone out there who cares about you.

 You are loved. You are brave. You are important, and you matter so, so, so very much.

 If you ever need to talk, drop a comment and I'll get back with you. I love you all and please know that I am here for you anytime. I am always open to listening, giving advice, and just being a friend.

Ciao,
Hannah