27/August/2015, Day 239. Thursday.
Today we are going to do something different. I am going to ask you to pray for the health and well-being of Isaiah, an infant boy who was born early yesterday, and today is being monitored for some health issues. I don't believe he is in mortal danger, (THANK GOD!), but it is still a pretty cruddy way to start your existence on this planet, separated from your momma, and stuck in a sterile room with an I/V in your little arm.
When it comes to newborns I get so emotional that what's left of whatever brain I once had more-or-less goes completely haywire, and I write things such as this "Letter to Angel". (Yes, I write letters to a tiny fetus that died in my wife's womb.) Life really is a mystery, and the most basic parts of it are what are most perplexing.
Anyway .... please say a prayer or two, (or three!), for young Isaiah, and then for someone else you know who could use some help, and then a prayer or two for all those folks who have no one else praying for them. I can't promise that the objects of your prayers will necessarily benefit, (at least in a way that we can understand), but I can promise you this: the act of praying will do YOU good!
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