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I used to host a Mom’s group in my home.  It was a season of life where several women, who had just had babies, needed encouragement and a place to meet, so I opened my home every Tuesday to them.  I can remember the day I had a very important conversation with one of the moms.I was talking about my fear of putting our son into 1st grade (in the public school system), which is the big transition year from “virtić” to “škola”.  I was so focused on the fact that he was an outsider, a foreigner, that I saw his needs as special.  He needed a special teacher, a special classroom, special friends that would accept him, give him grace, attention, etc…   This kind friend looked at me and said, “I’m afraid of the same things!  I have to pray too!  I pray for the right teacher. I pray for the right classroom for him.  I pray for the right friends in his life.”  Of course!  We both pray for our children in the same way! We put our son in public school not because of a missiological strategy.  We did it because it was the right thing for him.  He needed to understand the language and really be given an opportunity to naturally relate to his peers.  Our fear of our son being treated differently because he’s a foreigner just didn’t become a reality.  Has it been perfect?  No, but you tell me what Elementary age kid has had a perfect…
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Each day among the patients I see there are those who didn’t need to come to the hospital and those who should have come yesterday or a month ago.    This kid fit into the month ago group. We saw him back in January for an infection in his bone, which he had already had for a number of months at that point.  In January, the X-ray showed that it was time for him to have an operation to have the dead, infected bone removed.  So we wrote a referral to his local hospital, where he was from and where they have a surgeon trained in orthopedics, to have the operation.  He never went. Yesterday he shows up in my room complaining of arm pain, and then he removes his shirt and I find his humerus on the wrong side of the skin (which is bad, for those non medical folks who read this.)  God made our bodies very smart and somehow our body knows that it has to get rid of the infection, and so it works itself out of the body in an attempt to get rid of it, saying if you won’t go to the doctor to do it, I will do it for you.  Thankfully not only does our body remove the bad bone, but it also regrows new bone at the same time. I don’t always understand why people wait as long as they do to come and see us.  There really is nothing subtle…
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