For a good portion of our hike on Saturday, I lagged behind the group to "see what I could see." But at one point in the hike, I glanced ahead and saw 12 year old Meg running ahead down the steep path. As I watched, she jumped the small gully at the bottom of the hill and crumpled in a heap on the other side. I waited with baited breath, hoping for a cry of "April Fools" or...or... or something. When there was no movement, we rushed to her side and found her with a twisted ankle.

She was a real trooper for the rest of the trip. I'm only sorry I didn't put my foot down more in an effort to keep her off of her foot for the remaining 24 hours. Please pray for her continued healing.

I wrote this because somehow I felt there was a spiritual application at the end. I couldn't think of what that spiritual application was when I started writing, but I was hoping it would come to me at the end. But it hasn't. Can you find it?