My Family Needs to Drink More Orange Juice

I am acutely reminded of the fallen world we live in, every time someone in my family gets sick.  Unfortunately we've all got the flu at the moment, except for the baby, and I pray it stays that way.  Even though we live in a country and during a time when the flu generally isn't life threatening it sure does make one miserable. How is it that someone can be running a 102 degree temperature and not get warm? 

The following is a poem by Dora Greenwell, she worked with handicapped and mentally ill children in the mid 1800's.  I hope you find it a blessing today.

I am not skilled to understand

What God hath,willed,what God hath planned

I only know at his right hand

Stands One who is my Savior

I take Him at His word and deed:

Christ died to save me this I read:

And in my heart I find a need

Of Him to be my Savior.

That He should leave His place on high

And come for sinful man to die

You count it strange? so once did I

Before I knew my Savior

And O that He fulfilled may see

The travail of His soul in me,

And with His work contented be

As I with my dear Savior!

Yes, living, dying, let me bring

My strength my solace from this spring

That He who lives to be my King

Once died to be my Savior!