Our meal, and as I routinely do,
I asked our waitress, Michelle, if
She had a prayer request since
We were going to pray.
The tiny, blonde gal responded,
Fighting back tears.
"My boyfriend has bone cancer, but
I can't talk about it."
And she dashed off to another
Table.
When she came back, I
Engaged her a bit more.
"I'm so sorry you are going through
This. My husband died, and I know
How hard it is."
She opened up then, spilling out
Deatails about her difficult
Life, and how her boyfriend won't
Talk about his cancer, hasn't even
Told his parents.
"We both need help," she said.
Each time Michelle came
Back to our table, we talked some
More, and when we left I wrote
A note to her on one of
My tracts and handed it to her.
"I'll keep praying," .
"Thank you," she said. "I'm glad
"You came in here today."
And I responded, "So am I."