I just got home from taking Trae down to Lake DeGray to spend the night with her Grammy. Turned on the tube to ESPN in time to catch the final round of this year's All-Star Game Home Run Derby.
Wow! Bobby Abreu, with over 40 homeruns, has been incredible tonight. What an exhibition.
Did anybody get a count on the number of "Back, back, back" calls by Chris Berman?
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Our day camp got off to a great start today with 19 kids. The really neat part is this: of those 19, 16 are kids whose parents do not attend church. The fields really are white to harvest! Join me in praying that God will continue to bless these kidos over the next two days of intense, interactive Bible study.
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It was bound to happen eventually and tonight, it finally did. Trae had her first major bike accident. She lost control on a hill in the Caddo Drive camp section of Lake DeGray, crashing to the pavement. She skinned her knee really good.
Grammy and I didn't see the crash, but we could hear her sniffling as she made her way toward the camper, where Grammy and I were visiting. In her own strong-willed way, she called me to come over and care for her. She didn't want her Grammy to see her hurting, crying and bleeding.
As much as my heart ached for my little girl, it was also touched by the tender way in which she asked for my help. I was honored to be there to help Trae through her tears and to bandage her wound.
Could it be that our Heavenly Father feels the same way when we, wounded and hurting from the pains of life, crawl near to Him and ask for His aid? Could it be that God's heart is touched by our tender pleas for assistance? Is it possible that one of the deepest longings of our Heavenly Father is to be needed when we are hurting? When was the last time you sought your Heavenly Father to salve your wounded soul?
