The journey of a thousand miles
begins with one step.
Last night, I asked for prayers. My daughter was out in the cold and the dark, alone, and I felt lost and helpless. Asking for prayers is not something I do easily, nor is it something I tend to do publicly, but as soon as I realized she wasn't home, I asked for them on Facebook and here. I was overwhelmed with the immediate response, both of prayers and of her safe return.
I once posted One step, about the rings I had bought for my daughter and me, hers saying, "Love" and mine saying "The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step." Shortly after I found mine in October (in the bottom of the car snack bag, of all places), I lost it again. I figured that it would turn up again somewhere since I hadn't left the house between seeing it on my hand and losing it. I wasn't particularly worried.
Today, as I was again picking up dog toys in the back yard -- Milo and Daisy carry them out daily, Milo to his favorite chewing spot and Daisy, well, just because -- I looked down and saw my ring in the grass. Finding it again, reading the inscription, makes me think that maybe I've taken another step on my journey with God.