Day 137

Scripture: Ps 7:1-10; Jeremiah 45:1-5; Acts 11:27—12:3; Matthew 20:20-28


Scripture standout: Matthew 20: "Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, ²⁷ and whoever wants to be first must be your slave— ²⁸ just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”


Morning thought: This is very sad, but I read it just after I closed my blogger page to do a quick CNN check before my run. I was amazed by the example, thought you might be, too. It's a bit of a downer to start the day on. It's about a little girl who dies at the age of nine. It's not a nice thought, but what happens afterward is:

http://news.blogs.cnn.com/2011/07/24/girl-dies-after-crash-selfless-act-inspires-thousands-in-donations/?hpt=hp_c2


His Deed/The Day: I had a massage tonight. And it was a long time coming. Actually, I had one while David and I were in North Carolina at that fine, fine spa resort. But the tummy bug problem made it virtually impossible to enjoy the experience — I was afraid that one wrong rub might have resulted in another trip to the bathroom! So let's just say I was looking forward to tonight's relaxation. It was the last of the "me things" to accomplish halfway through the summer. With highlights, a haircut and a pedicure under my belt, the massage was the big icing on the cake. Amber, the massage therapist is super duper extra special awesome. I love the way she makes my shoulder tightness just pop away. I pray my feet don't cramp up when she's working them over and adore more than anything the scalp rub. I love it all so much I drool through the headrest. Sometimes I get so out of it I snore. Sometimes I snore so sharply that I wake myself up. This time, however, I decided I would pray for her — at least for 10 or 15 minutes. I just asked that she have joy and happiness and feel God's presence. I wondered what her life challenges might be, and what she might hope for herself. For 10 or 15 minutes, at least I think it was 10 or 15 minutes (it could have been one...I have no idea how time passes that quickly during a  massage), I thought about the person who was giving me the gift of relaxation — instead of how relaxed I was getting.