A little broken down.

So i received this email from my Grandmother with a forwarded story and it really kind of hit home for me. I need to remember to have faith like a child and remember the important things in life. I worry about things, its what i do. And apparently lately I've been extra negative and that is not what should be happening right now. I am a happy newlywed and pregnant :) and it's Christmas time this is supposed to be the happiest days of my life and I am letting LIFE get the better of me. Well no more, I am just going to wait until Jesus picks me up and lays me in a mud puddle, get up and dust myself off and move on. I am Blessed beyond measure and Highly favored, no more pitty parties. I will survive this and many more battles. There is a plan for me and my family and this is just part of the plan....I must have faith and be patient for the next part of the plan. Things will work out. They always have.

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JESUS & THE MUD PUDDLE
(You gotta believe a 6 year old)

Howard County Sheriff Jerry Marr got a disturbing call
one Saturday afternoon a few months ago.
His 6-year-old grandson, Mikey, had been hit by a car
while fishing in Greentown with his dad.

The father and son were near a bridge
by the Kokomo Reservoir
when a woman lost control of her car,
slid off the bridge and hit Mikey
at a rate of about 50 mph.
Sheriff Marr had seen the results of accidents
like this and feared the worst.
When he got to Saint Joseph Hospital ,
he rushed through the emergency
room to find Mikey conscious and in fairly good spirits.

'Mikey, what happened?' Sheriff Marr asked.
Mikey replied, 'Well, Papaw, I was fishin' with Dad,
and some lady runned me over,
I flew into a mud puddle,
and broke my fishin' pole and I didn't get to catch
no fish!'

As it turned out, the impact propelled Mikey about
500 feet,
over a few trees and an embankment and in
to the middle of a mud puddle.

His only injuries were to his right femur bone,
which had broken in two places.
Mikey had surgery to place pins in his leg.
Otherwise the boy is fine.

Since all the boy could talk about was
that his fishing pole was broken,
the Sheriff went out to Wal-Mart
and bought him a new one while he was in surgery
so he could have it when he came out.
The next day the Sheriff sat with Mikey
to keep him company in the hospital.
Mikey was enjoying his new fishing pole
and talked about when he could go fishing again
as he cast into the trash can.
When they were alone Mikey, just as matter-of-fact, said,
'Papaw, did you know Jesus is real?'

'Well,' the Sheriff replied, a little startled..
'Yes, Jesus is real to all who believe in him
and love him in their hearts.'

'No,' said Mikey. 'I mean Jesus is REALLY real.'

'What do you mean?' asked the Sheriff.

'I know he's real 'cause I saw him,' said Mikey,
still casting into the trash can.

'You did?' said the Sheriff.

'Yep,' said Mikey. 'When that lady runned me over
and broke my fishing pole,
Jesus caught me in his arms
and laid me down in the mud puddle.'