A cup of cold water? Yesterday a hot fudge sundae with bananas was more like it.

The insult of my first head cold in years, compounded by a somewhat frightening injury, had me in a tizzy for a bit. The King (yes, the little castle on Ladyslipper Lane has a king) rapidly came home from a meeting to my rescue, and helpful daughters miraculously showed up at just the right time and took control of the household. After an interesting discussion with the nurse 800-helpline, it was obvious that everything that could be done was being done.

An afternoon of discomfort from both insult and injury ensued, but that was that ... I thought.

Then the cup.

“Ring, ring.” I stumble and fumble for the phone. “How are you doing? Are you okay?” queried a friend who'd been at the meeting when I called for help. I whined a bit; she sympathized, and then she simply began to pray for me – out loud, right then, on the phone. Whining fled. Everything changed.

Thanks, Mar.

And if you give even a cup of cold water to one of the least of my followers, you will surely be rewarded.” Matthew 10:42