Wet Pants

Come with me to a third grade classroom….. There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It’s never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they’ll never speak to him again as long as he lives.

The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I’m dead meat."

He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.

As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is
carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy’s lap.
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inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.

The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is

saying to himself, "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"

Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of

ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The

teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts

to put on while his pants dry out. All the other

children are on their hands and knees cleaning up

around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as

life would have it, the ridicule that should have been

his has been transferred to someone else – Susie.

She tries to help, but they tell her to get out.

You've done enough, you klutz!"

Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting

for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and\n whispers,

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Susie whispers

back, "I wet my pants once too."

May God help us see the opportunities that are always

around us to do good.

Remember…..Just going to church doesn't make you a

Christian any more than standing in your garage makes

you a car.

Each and everyone one of us are going through tough times right
now, but God
is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep
the faith.

My instructions were to pick four (4) people that I wanted God
to bless, and
I picked you. Please pass this to at least four (4) people you
want to be
blessed.

This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we
receive.
There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray
for one
another.

The prayer:

Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives\n and those that
I care
deeply for, who are reading this right now. Show them a new
revelation of
Your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their”,1]
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The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"

Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else – Susie.

She tries to help, but they tell her to get out.

You’ve done enough, you klutz!"

Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and
whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn’t you?" Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once too."

Yesterday my pastor preached an(other) awesome message and he started out by saying that other people exist.  It’s not really all that profound of a thought, but it was striking to me, nonetheless.  Not only was it striking, but it was convicting.  I tend to pride myself on  how often I think about others and then as I sat in church yesterday I thought, "Oh, yeah, I’m not as great at that as I think I am."  My prayer is that I will walk in submission to the Holy Spirit’s calling to think of others throughout my day, and to actually put those thoughts into practice more often.

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