Saturday, March 7, 2009

A Pound of Flesh

Last week my wife went to the doctor for an insignificant, unnoticeably miniscule bump on her face and fifteen stitches later returned with a very noticeable incision on her right cheek. Needless to say she was upset and mentally unprepared for this turn of events. I suppose I can sympathize, but for me a nice scar on the face adds character. In my opinion it presents the opportunity to fabricate any number of fascinating stories as to how it came about. But apparently she does not share my take on the matter. Perhaps I should be a little more concerned for her point of view. I have to admit…sitting here waiting my turn in the doctors office…I have a bit of anxiety as to how much flesh will be exacted of me when they have already stamped the “C” word on my biopsy report.


Please, Lord, help me handle this situation with some degree of calm and grace. And please give me a little more compassion for others.
Amen



11/14/2008

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