'Blessings At The Bottom Of My Purse' Poem by Linda Winchell

One day while cleaning out my purse
I found some blessings, at first I'd hadn't seen.
Business cards and scraps of paper
I'm so glad now my purse was cleaned.

I found a card from a friend I'd met
she said she loves to write.
She shared this information
While at a church concert one summer night.

A number on a piece of crumbled grocery paper
and one from a Sunday's service that I was at.
Did I ever call that person on the paper?
Why didn't I remember, all of this and that?

I intend to clean all my purses out one by one
and take care of those blessings I might find.
And promise to pray over all of them
never leaving them, at the bottom of my purse next time.