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It’s not often I would admit liking a rebuke. Last night, I went to a dear friends’ place for dinner. They have 3 kids who are fond of me. I usually see them a few times a year. For a variety of reasons, I apparently hadn’t been over for the whole year.

As always, it was nice to be there. Before dinner, mommy and daddy called upon the 9-year-old daughter to say a prayer before the meal. This is how the prayer went:

Dear Lord, thank you for bringing Uncle DD back after more than a year (emphasis hers, not mine). Thank you for friends and family and this meal. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Ooops. Kena whack. I promised to be a more regular visitor in 2014.

But to be honest, being scolded in prayer never felt so good. Aw.

During dinner, she asked me when I was leaving to make sure I wasn’t going to eat and run. She later on thanked me a few times for coming. Yes, I stayed until after her bedtime. 🙂

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It’s been a rough month. It’s going to get rougher.

Those who would pray for me, pray that I will be able to fly above the turbulence and everything ends up fabulously well. For those who want to pray more specifically, call me or drop me a note and I’ll fill you in. Specifically a meeting tomorrow at 11am.

Need prayers.

“I can’t believe it. Why us? Why us?! Why? Why?!” she wailed as fiery tears of desperation poured out of her quivering, bloodshot eyes.

Her wail was loud, shrill and painful. It was primeval. I felt that the acid from her tears would kill her.

The desperation in her voice was physical. It created a wall, layer by layer. I felt I had to make a foothold before I lost her completely. But I didn’t know what to do. I was lost. She was desperate, hysterical and manic, all rolled into one.

I prayed.

It was the least I could do.

As it turned out, it was the most I could do.