He looked up over his wool cap and I saw his piercing blue eyes. His sign said, “Any help is appreciated.” A quick exchange of smiles and an humble look of gratitude told me it was God I heard that said to help. I pass the intersection several times each day and usually am not affected. However, it is still 37 degrees at 1 pm which is very cold for a Houston day. Why do they always say, “God bless you” before I do? I wonder if he knows better than I that it is God alone through Whom his provision comes.