“And how did little Tim behave?” asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on his credulity, and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart’s content.

“As good as gold,” said Bob, “and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see.”

Okay so I’m not as bad off as poor Tiny Tim, but I am a temporary cripple. I hope to get an MRI later this week to determine what exactly is going on, but it seems like there is a tumor growing on my tibia (the big bone under my knee). It’s pushing against a nerve and making it so that I can’t extend my leg (at least, not without blinding pain).

I ask for your prayers, not only for myself but also for my precious wife. She works so hard as it is and now I’m unable to do much of anything beyond yelling threatening words to the children from my bed…and it’s only a matter of time before they figure out all I can do is yell. Of course, I could wheel in there on the computer-desk chair but that’s the most unintimidating way to make an entrance.

Anywho, the point is our family is going through a lot and we could use all the prayers we can get. We believe in prayer and we trust in God’s Providence to guide us where He would have us go.

Hopefully we go there with all our legs working properly is all I’m saying.