As me and my cellmate sit across from each other playing chess, he reminded me a few words I expressed with a fellow inmate regarding the strength in our struggles. And as I was pondering my next chess move, I responded instantaneously that he was the strongest person I knew. We shared a great laugh but only because that’s all there’s left to do at the end of a long day’s struggle. We go about our day so often not appreciating the blessings, but this week’s insufficient summer weather came to a halt & compelled me to re-open my study Bible. In the scriptures I was reminded of my purpose. I was reminded not to fuss or fret in this wilderness of distraction. I was reminded to give freely and extend love to those in need. I was reminded so much of my own struggles and my family’s struggles. Although now, as I’m sitting here post-chess-loss, writing my brother and sister a letter calms the day considerably because I am reminded that I am loved and that this struggle of life makes us all stronger. What’s our next opening chess move?