Last night I saw a necklace on my car dash that belonged to my daughter. It was a special gift designed and made just for her. I picked it up to take into the house and put it into my lap, telling myself not to forget it was there.
I continued on my way, stopping to get gas and then on to see my grandson.
Around 3 a.m. I woke up with the thought, the necklace! I began to pray, asking the Lord to help me find it because it meant a lot to my daughter.
As I laid there and retraced my steps. I knew there was a great possibility that I had lost it at the gas station, and someone would have picked it up and taken it.
Our pastor had recently taught on David encouraging himself in the Lord when he came back to find the destruction of Ziklag.
I began to remind the Lord of all the testimonies I had read on the VGR site of items being restored, and of all the times He had shown myself and other family members where items were after we asked in prayer.
I then remembered that Brother Branham said if he left his knife at home and believed, it would be in his pocket.
I told myself not to worry because if the Lord woke me up to tell me it was gone, then He would give it back to us, and I promised the Lord that I would give my testimony if He would let me find it.
This morning I left the house earlier than usual to go by the gas station. The necklace was not on the ground, so I went to the cashier and told him I lost a necklace and did someone find it?
He reached up and took it off a hook there in the office. It wasn’t marred at all and the chain was intact.
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God bless the person who found the necklace and turned it in.