Saturday, December 10, 2005
Sweet Boy.
On Friday, I walked into the office and found a little first grade boy sitting in one of our big leather chairs.
"Oh, buddy, are you in here because you're feeling sick?" I say.
He nods, looking miserable, and puts his hand over his stomach.
"Yes.....my waist hurts." I'm not sure I've heard correctly.
"What, sweetie? What hurts?"
"My waist. It's just really hurting me right now."
Lord, wherever he is right now, I pray his waist feels better.
"Oh, buddy, are you in here because you're feeling sick?" I say.
He nods, looking miserable, and puts his hand over his stomach.
"Yes.....my waist hurts." I'm not sure I've heard correctly.
"What, sweetie? What hurts?"
"My waist. It's just really hurting me right now."
Lord, wherever he is right now, I pray his waist feels better.
