When my little daughter helped me

One day, my daughter Sarah, who was five years old at the time, asked me, “Aren’t we going on the roller coasters today?”

I remembered that I had promised we would go. We enjoyed Blackpool, a very popular tourist destination in the North West of the UK, and especially a theme park, called “Pleasure Beach,” with roller coasters and other rides (including, at that time, the tallest, fastest roller coaster in the world). In particular, we liked to visit a large area with smaller rides for children. But that day, that moment, I didn’t feel very well. I explained to Sarah that I had been feeling like I had a cold or flu, and didn’t want to go out. She seemed disappointed, understandably, as she had been looking forward to our day.

Then, she had an idea. “Well, Daddy,” she said, “if you’re not feeling well, you could pray about it, and then you would be better, and then we could go to Pleasure Beach!”

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