A first-grader named Billy had a classmate Jim, who lost his father in a tractor accident. Billy prayed for Jim every day. One day as Billy was walking down the stairs at school, he saw Jim and decided to reach out to him.
"How are you getting along?"
"Oh, fine, jus' fine."
Billy continued, "Do you know, I've been praying for you ever since your daddy was killed."
The other little guy stopped and looked at Billy, grabbed his hand, then led him out back behind the school building. Then he opened up.
"You know, that was a lie when I said things were going fine; they aren't fine. We are having trouble with the cows and the machines. My mother doesn't know what to do. But I didn't know you were praying for me."
Just goes to show us, doesn't it, how many people are hurting, but don't feel free to say so until we voluntarily reach out to them.
? Marion Leach Jacobsen

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