No more knee trouble

Last fall I injured my knee. After I hobbled around the house for a few days, the discomfort grew worse and I couldn’t put any weight on it, so I had to use crutches. At this point it was Saturday night, and the next morning I would need to fulfill my responsibility as superintendent of our Sunday School. I didn’t think I should appear on crutches, and I considered finding someone to fill in for me. 

However, as I prayed, I realized the suggestion not to show up on crutches was coming from a false sense of pride. As I corrected this imposition on my thought, I found myself instead thinking: “What better place to have a healing than in Sunday School?” 

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