While walking from my car, through a parking lot, to art class recently, I was having an inner dialogue with God about how hard it is for me to stay focused. My brain tends to go in about 4 different directions at any given moment, and about what you may ask? Who knows.

This day was no exception. I was explaining to God about how I wish I wasn’t like that. How I wish I had better focus, especially during times of prayer or while reading a devotional. That’s when my mind really seems to wander.

It’s one of those what-I-want-to-do, I-don’t-do and what-I-don’t-want-to-do-I-do kind of the things that the Apostle Paul speaks of in the book of Romans. It’s annoying to say the least. Anywho, as I prattled on to God about how it feels to be easily distracted, I glanced down before stepping up onto a curb and something caught my eye.

A miniature plastic doll with a purple shirt and scuff marks everywhere including its naked bum (probably due to being stepped on by oblivious passer-byers) was face down in the gutter.

Normally, I would have been an oblivious passer-byer myself and wouldn’t have even thought twice about the tiny beat up toy, but I just had to stop and pick it up when I realized the doll lost its head. That’s right, I literally found a headless doll in the gutter while talking with God about my own distracted head.

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud and say to God, Yep, this is exactly how it feels sometimes.

I strolled into art class a few moments later with the headless doll in my pocket and a big smile.

I am certain God brought my attention to the pint size headless toy to remind me not to worry so much. I may be easily distracted, but He sees me, He loves me and He fully gets me, no matter where my head is at.