JESUS DID IT AGAIN

That is some body's shoulder.  I did not want to 

make you sick, so I did not show you mine.

You see, I am an old, old, old man.  About the age

of your great grandfather or older.  That means that

a lot like a car with two or three hundred thousand 

miles on it, I'm falling apart.

Last night I went to bed feeling good, real good.

Had a good day.  No pain, hunger or anxieties and

had even soaked in the tub a while.  What could 

go wrong?

Some time during the night I woke up noticing a

lot of pain in one shoulder, unless I held my arm 

just right.  If I moved it at all there was intense

pain.

I do not know what went wrong.  It had not been

injured or strained during the day.  Possibly rolling

around during the night I dislocated something.  I

do not know, but it sure did hurt.

You can image the joy of "trying" to get dressed 

this morning with one hand.  While trying to get

my shirt on it was impossible to get that one arm

back far enough to go in the sleeve with out it

"killing" me.

While attempting to get that arm into it's sleeve

and the pain so severe I "begged" Jesus to help 

me.  And just about that quick I felt something

snapped, or popped and things when back to 

working again.  Even the soreness was pretty

much gone by the time I had my first cup of 

coffee.

THANK YOU JESUS.