My neighbors, the Bonds, are more than friends--they are more like family. We have been across the street neighbors for 25 years. Well, today, Dr. Bond got some news that is rather hard to swallow; His left leg will have to be amputated below the knee. He has a lost circulation in the leg, and has a wound that has turned gangrenous. Let me tell you, there are no words that adequately encourage and comfort. They seem like meaningless platitudes, so I listen, and pray. I feel helpless and inadequate.
It is in situations like this that I am thankful to a heavenly Father who has all the bases covered. He has sent us a Helper, the Holy Spirit, who will intercede for us when we do not have the words. Romans 8: 26 says it all:
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Dr. Bond and his grandson, Ryan
I will be groaning for Dr. Bond.
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1 comments:
Poor Mr. Bond! Bless his heart! Praying for him, too :)
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