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After I lost my second wedding ring (maybe I’ll tell about that some day if I can think of a reason), I went without until my mother could no longer tolerate my bare left hand and gave me her old wedding ring.


As I draw this series to a close, almost, I want to tell you about one last glorious grace-the combination of acceptance and forgiveness. I hope this is a grace you and your mate extend each other.

I’m always amazed when I hear someone who has lived a long life say he or she has no regrets. How can that be? There are times, when melancholy comes in uninvited, that I wish I could start over and do things better. That’s what I told Tony on a walk many years ago—I wish we could start over.


There’s an old country song called “Freedom of My Chains.” It’s a sad song, of course, because the speaker has left the marriage to go off in search of something or other, but found herself in the end longing for what she had thrown away, longing for the freedom of her chains.

I married a good man; thus giving up certain freedoms hasn’t been that difficult. But I am glad that a wonderful tender grace of my marriage is a good deal of freedom; it is a grace we have given each other.