Today, at work I was looking out the window at the beautiful blue sky and I started to have a conversation with God. I asked him, God can you hear me? I mean, really hear me? I know so many people out here are suffering with so many tragic things going on in their life, but I just wish you could give me some guidance, or show me some divine mercy or divine wisdom. Is my Mom okay?
Then, I went back to work. At lunchtime, I went out for a short walk and as I was walking I looked down. I always look down when I walk. I think I picked that up from my Mom. Because she was a cleaner she always had to look down to pick up things when she worked in the theater. A lot of people have told me when I walk, I look down. I am always looking at the sidewalks.
Then, as I was looking down, I saw a bronze heart. It was like a little charm that someone must have lost from a necklace so I picked it up and put it in my pocket. I truly believe that was God's little sign to me that he was listening to me and had heard me.
