Waxing Crescent

Most High, I give thanks for small beginnings. A thin line of light hangs in the evening sky, easy to miss and still unmistakably there. Let my first steps be like that: small, real, and repeated.

I confess that I have often refused to begin because the beginning looked too small to matter. I wanted the full result without the first modest effort. Teach me that every lasting change is made of steps that looked insignificant on the day they were taken.

Today I will take one step, however small, and I will take it before the distractions of the day crowd it out. I will not wait to feel ready. Readiness often arrives only after the first step is taken.

Keep me from announcing what I have not yet done. Let my progress be quiet and honest, measured by what I actually do rather than what I say I will do. Let the light grow in me the way it grows in the sky, a little each day, without hurry and without stopping. So may it be.