I often get up early and go on a long walk to clear my head. As I plan the day and organize my thoughts, I sometimes find objects along the road: feathers, coins, or strangers’ lost grocery lists. Last week, as I headed home, a foldedup scrap of paper on the curb caught my attention.
Another shopping list, I thought. Opening it up, I read the words penned in blue ink: I am asking for strength. What an odd thing to find. I placed it in my pocket and forgot about it until I put my jacket on and rediscovered the scrap. I reread the words, though this time, I took a moment and prayed for the person who had written it. I’ve kept it in my pocket—a reminder to…
