the pencil

I enjoy it when I realize God communicating with me. Tuesday when getting out of
my car, to walk the dog, there was a pencil waiting as I got out of my car.  It was
the typical hexagonal shaped school pencil that I grew up with.  It was not the traditional
goldenrod colour, but was green and it had not yet been sharpened.

As I am about to go out now, expecting to find more clues from Father to strengthen and guide me.

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