I learned a lot that day

When I first realized I was lost, I nearly succumbed to a wave of panic. Just moments before, I had been so filled with joy and gratitude to God to be surrounded by such beauty—Sierra wildflowers, the serene lake and clear blue sky, the songs of birds.

It isn't surprising, then, that on the heels of that moment's panic came the determination not to let fear rob me of joy, whereupon I began to sing the first hymn that came to mind. It was, appropriately, a setting of Mary Baker Eddy's poem "'Feed My Sheep.'" The first verse is:

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