For a long time I lived with depression, of where my life had taken me, from circumstances, from a toxic person in my life. And although I had removed the person, and made all the right moves to better my life and myself it wasn’t until about 16 months ago that I finally remembered who I was, and half climbed, half was pulled out of the dark mental hole I learned to live in. This ring reminds me daily that I am loved beyond measure, that I belong to someone who loves me unconditionally, and calls me by my name, without whom I wouldn’t be here today, and for whom, while I may not publicly worship him in mans traditional sense, I live daily to honor and worship him. you can feel Lisa’s love and strength in ever ridge of this ring, feel Gods hand covering yours and saying My Child I am here and you are mine. For me this perfect piece of metal, shaped with the skilled hands of a master craftsman is a symbol of who I am, where I came from but where I refused to stay. Every ring has a story, what’s yours?