The teen holding the popcorn tub raised his eyebrows and turned to the cashier. With a slight nod, she directed,
“Dump it.”
He did and promptly filled another, then furtively went to a different spigot of liquid gold.
I was privy to what appeared to be an undercover, theater concession mafia deal.
Then I understood.
Would he have come through surgery so swimmingly if my friends had not prayed?
I don’t know for sure.
But I do know this. God chooses to use our actions to accomplish his sovereign plan.
Keep praying. Pray for the little things and the big things and the in-between things. Pray for all the things. Continue steadfastly in prayer, Apostle Paul wrote. It’s been on the my bathroom mirror for at least the last eight years. I’ve written before about why I pray about small things. But, today, in the…
Pain, Op & Post-Op This was a big week for me. A big week for me to give thanks. Because my pain got bad in July. Then an ultrasound found a huge mass. Surgery was scheduled for August 16th. I had a month to wait. A month to talk back to the little aches under…