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Down for the count, and making it count.

A friend of mind just had to have eye surgery, which turned out to be a bit more extensive than was originally thought necessary. Now, she has to lay on her right side for 7 days while the surgery takes hold. Yup, 7 days in bed, on her side. She can get up for bathroom breaks. That's it.

Ugh.

I went to visit her yesterday and she was in pretty good spirits. I mentioned to her that now she had plenty of time to pray, and she replied, "If I can muster prayers for anyone besides myself." I don't blame her; I'd be praying for patience to rain down on me like a hailstorm. My poor family would probably be praying the same.

It's easy, when we're in the midst of pain or a crisis, to forget that it's an excellent time to pray, and not just to pray, but to pray for others, and to offer up our suffering for the sake of others. So many people are hurt, angry, lonely, depressed, scared, mired in sin.....and have no one to pray for them. Others we know carry tremendous burdens and often say very little to others about it.

Try this. The next time you know that suffering is in your future (you have to have painful surgery, a trip to the dentist which scares you, a nerve-wracking presentation to make), tell our Good Heavenly Father AHEAD OF TIME that you'll be offering all of this up. In the midst of the incident, we may forget, but God never does. Don't let suffering be wasted; offer it up for others.

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Crossing Guard

I saw you
today
as you guided
your little man across that busy street.

You were wearing some
big man boots
and
watching cars and lights.

Your little man had on
black sneakers and
a Mickey Mouse hat
that bounced
as he walked.

He wasn't watching nothing but
your big man boots
and
the white stripes of the crosswalk.

Just before
he got to the sidewalk again,
his step bounced a bit
- he hopped over
a spot where the asphalt broke.

You turned to look,
holding out a hand to
your little man.
Not rushed or angry,
just making sure
he got up
on that sidewalk.

Then you walked on,
in your big man boots,
face into a cold Michigan wind,
with the little man behind,
his hat bouncing.