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If you like it then you'll take a ring off for it...

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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  1. I understand why, but as to the "fair" thing...with that logic, married women shouldn't wear rings around unmarried women because it's not fair that we aren't married.

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  2. It's an uncommon virtue for one to take such care in considering details and their interpretation according to the perspectives of people unknown to them, and sharing the beautiful and reassuring sentiment of that concern is a service to one's fellow man. An inspiration.. May the best of health and luck be with you, and Godspeed in your travels!

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  3. It's an uncommon virtue for one to take such care in considering details and their interpretation according to the perspectives of people unknown to them, and sharing the beautiful and reassuring sentiment of that concern is a service to one's fellow man. An inspiration.. May the best of health and luck be with you, and Godspeed in your travels!

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