Earlier this week, I was journaling Scripture. I like to write the verses out exactly as they’re presented, and I always draw a little box around the reference. Nothing fancy, just my way of setting it apart. As I focused on getting my lines straight—more intentional than usual—an old memory showed up. One of those soft, unexpected reminders from a season I hadn’t thought about in a while. I used to teach high school math. On some days, I had to draw shapes or graphs that required decent straight lines. I had a Smart Board, so I could cheat a little—tap a button, drag my finger, and the board would…