Recently, the Prince and I made a trip to the local office supply store to pick up some tape for my label-maker (can you say expensive?).
Happily, I scored a lot of free additions to one of my odd collections; the paper customers use to test pens and pencils.
I find the scribbles both fascinating and telling, and, now that I've read through this latest installment, I think I know what people want.
They want to love...
...and to be loved.
They want to share what's on their minds:
They want to do art...
...young and old alike.
Sometimes, they just want to be fed...
...or to practice their cursive.
They want their questions answered...
...and they want things to add up.
They want to add their two cents worth...
...and they want you to listen to their advice.
They want to talk about themselves...
...and how they're feeling.
But mostly?
Mostly, people just want to know that it makes a difference that they are here.
Poor Speller was wrong when she wrote...
I care that you are here.
And every time you draw a breath, God is saying,
"It matters that you are here."
Boom, boom, pow!