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GRABBED IN BED

I’m not the only one who did too “mulch” of a good thing and got a sore bod over the weekend. Some friends bought and unloaded 80 bags of mulch, and spread most of it around their yard, working hard all day. They tottered, stiff as Frankensteins, and fell into bed.

At 7 a.m., the Mrs. hobbled over to the alarm clock, eyes still tightly shut, and smacked the snooze alarm, hoping to finish her interesting dream. She hobbled back over to the bed, which has a brand-new mattress about five inches taller than their old bed. She’s only 5’1”, so it was a stretch anyway. But sore and sleepy, it was a dangerous precipice.

She lifted her knee onto the mattress for some leverage to pull herself in . . . but she merely hovered on the edge, not in, not out, but in the twilight zone of balance for who knows how long . . .

. . . when suddenly, out of the Mr.'s total deep sleep, with his eyes still closed and his breathing deep and rhythmic, his big hand reached out, grabbed her jammy top, and yanked her onto the mattress with a mighty tug. Then he continued his deep sleep.

Thanks! She needed that! But no, she didn’t finish her dream. She got the giggles: she’s heard of sleep-walking, and sleep-talking, but never, before this, “sleep-tugging.”

Her aching muscles were still a . . . sore subject . . . but at least she could face the day with a smile.

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Prayer request: Wisdom for the voters of Lincoln today, Lord, that they would choose people who live by Your rules. We also ask for miraculous healing for a dear mother and grandmother, Jo Blume, age 58, who went to the doctor because she was dizzy, and found out she has several tumors pressing against her skull. In addition, there are three women, all under 45, who have recently been diagnosed with breast cancer and are embarking on chemo and radiation: Katie, Julie and Diane. We pray for mercy, compassion and comfort for them, Father. (Exodus 33:19)