Positioned for Purpose

Somebody asked me why I believe in God. He was not mocking me. He was trying to make my life add up. I did not give him a speech, and I did not open a debate. I asked him if he had ever been hungry and still eaten, hurt and still standing, broke and still making it. That is God looking out. I believe because I have a record, not because I won an argument.

The record is ordinary on purpose. A plate I did not plan. A morning I did not think I would meet. A bill that cleared after I had already...