I don’t really talk about this often… but for years, my life was falling apart.
I was working nonstop, barely sleeping, and still drowning in bills.
My health? Getting worse. Constant headaches, anxiety, chest tightness.
My relationships? Empty. I smiled around people, but inside…
I felt numb. Lost. Like God was far away — or maybe I had walked too far to ever find Him again.
I believed in Him…
but it felt like He had stopped believing in me.
One night, after another panic attack, I sat outside in silence —
no music, no phone, no distractions. Just me… and the pain I didn’t want to face.
And that’s when an older man sat beside me.
Didn’t know him. Never met him. But his words shook me.
He said:
“You’ve disconnected from God… and your hands show it.
Our fingers were never meant to just work and scroll and stress.
They were made to reach. To pray. To hold light.
Your fingers connect you to Heaven. And you’ve forgotten that.”
He took off a simple ring he was wearing.
Nothing flashy. Just a silver band, with a prayer etched inside.
“Wear this,” he said.
“Not for luck. But as a bridge.
Let this ring remind you that God never moved.
You did. But He’s still waiting.”
That night, I put the ring on my finger.
And I cried like I hadn’t cried in years.
No, my life didn’t magically become perfect the next day…
But something shifted. Peace started coming back. My mind slowed down.
Opportunities started showing up.
And most importantly —
I started feeling connected again.
Every time I look at the ring,
I remember:
God is close.
And I’m no longer walking alone.