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One day a mailman walked up to a house to deliver a package. Seeing a crippled girl on the porch, he said "Here's a package for your mother."

"Let me take it to my mommy," begged the girl.

"You can't walk," said the mailman.

"I know," she answered. " But you can carry me and I can carry the package to my mother."

So he lifted her up in his arms and carried her into the house. And she handed the package happily to her mother.

That crippled girl taught me a lesson and a new prayer.

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Whenever I'm tired or sick, I find myself praying, "Lord, You carry me, and I'll carry Your message."