Dear Jehovah,

My uncle gave me a ring the other day and it was the first ring I’ve ever been given, so I wear it around my finger like a crown.
For some reason I feel it keeps me safe, like a golden compass that will always guide me home.
So this is the only ring I want to wear for a really long time.
This family ring.
A ring I can trust with my heart.
A promise ring from him that says, “Whatever I give to you will be good. Not bad, not stolen, but good. Okay?”
“Okay uncle, I believe you.”
And I believe him.
After everything, I believe him.

Dear Jehovah,
I pray to you in hopes one day you’ll guide me with this ring to the next man that deserves my heart.
May it be the one who has it now, I pray it’s the one who has it now.
So I will pray that one day he knows me enough to kneel.
Take my hand and tell me he’s engraved my name into the center of his heart and intends to keep it there for the rest of his life.
Jehovah guide me to him; pave me a route to follow where he stands at the end of it.
A yellow brick road through the woods, a sleepy meadow, and a wicked castle where I’ll fight for my life just to make it home.
Because there’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home.
Close my eyes and click my heels three times and when I open them, let him be there.
Jehovah, let him be my home.
Or at least, the start of one.
Let us build a home together.
Jehovah, I pray to you.
Hoping you hear me.

I pray that you hear me.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.