I was chatting with him a few days before he was shipped out. He asked me to pray for the other members of his unit, none of whom is a Christian. Then he said, "I want to get my mom one of those knee pads they make for gardeners. She's on her knees praying so much, I'm afraid she's going to hurt herself."
When I chuckled at this comment, my friend looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I'm serious."
I want to be like that.
To think that someday, when my boys are faced with difficulty, they could rest secure in the knowledge that I would be praying for them so diligently that I might hurt my knees?!
Dear Lord, let it be so. Please. Let it be so.