Her name means lucky

In Bangladesh there's a darling two-year-old girl named Lucky. When she was three months old, she was stolen by human traffickers, who then threw her out the window of their escape train because they thought the police were following them. Lucky got run over, and despite losing her right leg, she lived. After months in the hospital, she found a home in a Christian orphanage. There one of our SIM workers, a physio-therapist, along with the loving Bangladeshi staff, taught her to walk; and now this precious child is running towards a happy and healthy future in contrast to the horrors of slavery she seemed doomed to. (Efforts to trace her parents have so far been unsuccessful.) God's hand seems very apparent in her story. We can pray!

Our friend who sent this story then raises another issue. She knows a woman there who is trying to get her 13-year-old daughter married off. Our friend asks, "Which is worse, child labor or child marriage?" She reflects that back home in Canada, girls graduate from Sunday school to high school youth group. But where she is now, girls often "graduate" from children's club to marriage. Happily, this custom tends to change as fathers become followers of Jesus and learn walk in His ways.

I think the mass under my arm is a bit smaller. In any case, the oncologist's Nurse Practitioner will study it today and in consultation with the doctor will make a recommendation. (I'm hoping and expecting it to be Wait-And-See.) Other than that, I'm feeling very well. A full day at work yesterday was not too much. Being in a "lull" between deadlines, I'm cleaning off my desk and deleting the clutter in my email Inbox. It was terrible! I confess to not being a compulsive neatnik.

Have a great day. Thanks for your prayers.

Carol