I came across another one today. It looked like this:
I frequently find them around the house…these little, rolled up pieces of paper that appear—at first glance—to be misplaced trash. But I have learned not to throw them away.
You see, they belong to my daughter, Addy.
She makes them all the time.
She does it on her own.
And while I often get on to her for leaving her “stuff” (shoes, books, etc.) around the house, it’s hard to complain when I find one of these:
I love that she takes her prayer life seriously enough to write down what’s too important to risk forgetting.
And I love the surprise of finding out that what I thought was trash, isn’t trash at all.