*A Monday Morning Request

Once upon a time, along time ago...we were coming home from Green Acres when we stopped at our neighbors for a quick visit.  Grandson who was maybe three or four at the time was there.  He was shyly standing in the shadow of his Grandpa while peering out at us.  His head was huge and so was his voice, the voice we heard sounded as if it evolved from a body of twenty years.  His Grandpa was over the top proud of him, he was a cute little kid with a big ol mass of black curly hair.  That kid grew up and spent one summer working for us.  We have a  grain bin dent to permanently remind us of him.  He still lives a few miles away, but he had an accident last night.  They say he is ok, it was quite close to being fatal.  So, with that in mind, please pray for our friend Chrissypoo, he is dear to our family.  Please pray for him, his health, his choices and his family.   Thank You,  Mary