A Pair of Rings

A pair of rings was made to order, upon it was to engrave the identity of its owner. The ring has a coarsely finished with freehand writings engraved on the exterior. The symbols on the surfaces were not easily readable as they were in Hebrew, and on one of them has my name on it. The one with the smaller ring size read “ God’s Beloved – June Lim ”, its mine for all its eternality . Upon the other, it wrote “ God’s Beloved ” in a masculine form. I just thought that rings should come in a pair, one masculine and the other feminine.

I have no idea if this other ring will stay with me forever, or it will be a gift to someone worthy. I did secretly wish that I would have the chance to present this gift. He need not be someone who will spend the rest of his life companying mine, or vice versa. But I do know that it would have to be a special that would receive this gift. I really hope that he wouldn’t mistake it for a marriage proposal.

This ring carries 2 meanings :
§ A reminder that no matters what happens, you will always be God’s beloved. Nothing is going to change that; it has never been changed in the past, not now nor will it in the future. God loves you, ABBA loves you.
§ A part of me will always be with you, just as the ring is with you. Likewise, I have kept the best of you, somewhere in my heart, somewhere that will always be yours.

Looking at the rings, I doubted that I would ever give it away. I put on mine ring on, it fitted right. Somewhere within, I felt warmth. But a sense of restriction soon came after. I look onto my right hand, in the very center of my palm lies the other ring. It seems to be telling me that it belongs on one of my fingers of my right hand, then I realized that I have chosen to lead a self sufficient life where I long to rely on someone but ultimately will choose not to. I have already made the very choice.