I finally did it.

I have just slipped off the ring and put it back into the box. There was a slight twinge of reluctance tugging at my heart but I guess it is necessary if I am to surrender totally to God's hands. It is one of the last strings of attachment that I have to cut away to free myself.

It feels funny to see the ring mark but not the ring, to feel the ring and yet it's not there. Am I sad? A little but I can brush it away. No more excuses between me and God. No more excuses for a person who doesn't care for them. No more excuses for myself.

Ramble ramble.....