May 5, 1996
Last Friday I went to a memorial
service for a little girl, the 20-month-old daughter of neighbors. In two minutes, she wandered away from home,
fell in a rushing stream and drowned. It
took an hour and a half to find her.
After six days in a coma, she died in her father’s arms.
It
seemed like the whole town was at the memorial service, weeping from grief,
sympathy, and the realization that it could have happened to us. And a few people out of the experience that
it had happened to them. Lord, let other people’s pain be not eclipsed
to us by our focus on more of Your blessings than we need.
