Most women spend a good deal of time thinking and planning the circumstances under which a ring will be placed on a certain left hand finger. We spend far less time thinking about the circumstances under such we will take off such a ring.
Circumstances such as a breakup. Or death. Or travel to a developing nation.
Four years ago tomorrow, a man I love madly put my grandma's diamond on my finger. We prayed. We celebrated. We ate Pakistani food. It was a good day.
Tomorrow, I will take off that same ring. Not only because wearing the equivalent of several years' salary around Cameroon may be risky, but also because it seems unfair. Can I ask people to take seriously my concern for their malnutrition and inability to afford medical treatments while I wave in their faces a luxury they will likely never know?
Not at this point.
I will miss the little sparkle on my left hand, which reminds me so much of my grandpa's devotion to his wife. But I am grateful that I am not taking off that ring as a widow or destitute mother trying to meet the needs of her children. God has given me so much more than I need or deserve. Every situation that comes to me came through Him.
Tomorrow, I will take off a little piece of our story. And it will be a good day. Because like every day, it is His.
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