October 7: Doctor Dorian, Daughter's Back, Prayer

Fern disappeared after a while, walking down the road toward Zuckerman's.  Her mother dusted the sitting room.  As she worked she kept thinking about Fern.  It didn't seem natural for a little girl to be so interested in animals.  Finally Mrs. Arable made up her mind she would pay a call on old Doctor Dorian and ask his advice.  She got in the car and drove to his office in the village.

Mrs. Arable is worried about Fern.  A little girl shouldn't spend all her time sitting in a barn, next to a manure pile, with a pig, some sheep, a pair of geese, and a spider.  She wants her daughter to do normal little girl things:  play with dolls, think about boys, maybe go to dance class.  However, Fern isn't a typical little girl.

My daughter dances every weekday.  Ballet.  Jazz.  Hip-hop.  Modern.  You name it, she does it.  Tonight, she hurt herself at the dance studio.  Her back is hurting.  She can't bend over.  Or stand up straight.  Or bend over easily.  She was crying on the way home.

We're going to the Kalahari Resort in the Wisconsin Dells this weekend for a dance convention.  It kinda requires my daughter to be able to move.  She's in my bed right now, a heating pad on her back.  If she doesn't feel better by tomorrow morning, my wife is going to take her to the pediatrician.

So, I'm asking you to pray for my daughter.  She's been looking forward to this trip all year.  It would sort of suck if she has to spend the entire vacation watching reruns of The Big Bang Theory in the hotel room. 

Saint Marty needs a little miracle for his little girl.

A long way to go with a back injury