A note for prayer

I spoke briefly to Mark a few minutes ago. His news was that Megan had her appendix removed on Friday (today, since I haven't made it to bed yet). We didn't talk long enough for him to tell me exactly when or what happened.

This is really poor timing, as tomorrow is their big annual fall pig roast. Mark was out checking the pig and assured me that all the preparations were done and everything would be fine tomorrow. Of course, I've never seen Mark worried or concerned that something wouldn't happen as planned.

He isn't sure when Megan will come home. Maybe tomorrow or Sunday.