By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

I'm coming up on a young individual, just a few strides away, but curiously interesting.
I love "case studies" on my speedwalk.
A teen post-puberty, canvas backpack draped half-hazardly across his slouching back, and an awkward gait showcasing an open display of uncertainty.
His hair makes me smile;
 an unruly, black mass of curiously curly, lost, and gone astray wild hair that can't decide which way to go.
It fits his profile wonderfully.
Heading into the invisible right lane speed zone of the sidewalk, I prepare to pass the homebound student and. while passing, experience a notable and palpable sensation.
A sense of profound sadness, depression, and darkness.
It's so oppressive I can feel it.
I wish the young boy a good afternoon and smile at him.
He mumbles something that I can't hear and keeps his head down.
I continue my stride, and begin to pray for my new stranger friend on my path just a little bit behind, and a voice whispers.
"Talk to the boy. Love on him."
I slow my gait down, turn my head, and look to see how far back my young stranger friend is. Curiously and mysteriously he's on the other side of me in a moment, demonstrating to me that there's a "lope" in him which desires to be called out.
I don't say anything big and profound but I'll let you in on our brief conversation.
Me ...
"I don't believe in happenstance or that you're on my path by chance.
I don't know what you're dealing with in your life or who's a part of it.
But you matter.
God has a purpose for you and He loves you.
You don't have to offer anything big to God ... just a pinhead of faith, the size of a dot over an "i," the size of a mustard seed, and it's enough.
He'll hear you.
Listen to what He told me:
"And the apostles said unto the Lord, 'increase our faith."
And the Lord said, 'If you had faith as a grain of mustard seed, you might say unto this mulberry tree be plucked up by the roots and planted in the sea, and it would obey you."
Luke 17:5-6
Young stranger ...
"I don't believe in the church and I don't go."
Me ...
"I totally respect your thoughts but this has nothing to do with church, my friend.
God's letter to you is God's letter to you no matter where you're at.
It's with me on this path and now it's with you on yours.
Read it because He loves you.
It's enough."
Young stranger ...
"Okay ... maybe."
He looks at me and we like each other in a tender way.
It feels good.
We disengage, take different paths at the next intersection, and say goodbye.
I encourage him to dot his "i" and see a little smile.
 A little seed of faith was planted in a young stranger's wounded soul yesterday and I am yet remembering.
In those few moments God voided out the darkness, depression, and oppression and I experienced a clear penetration of the Spirit's power.
 I'm grateful for the whisper,
"Talk to the boy. Love on him."
God's words are life-giving words;
they breathe hope, life, and empowerment into the most hopeless of situations and the most desperate of souls. They're a source of empowerment, encouragement, and inspiration.
In planting a little seed of faith as small as the dot in the letter "i" I find myself empowered in the development of my own.
Don't forget to dot ...
the letter "i."