[Risk No. 288] Our flight attendant on the way to Houston had a lazy right eye. I wasn't sure if it was simply lazy or totally blind. I noticed that she seemed to shift her head toward a person, assuming it may not work properly. There's only one way to know for sure. "Does your eye give you problems?" No, was her quick and slightly annoyed response. I explained my heart for healing and let her know it was worth the asking because had she had an issue, Jesus was big enough to fix it. Awkward, and I didn't ask to pray over her eye. Father, teach me to approach people with insane compassion, even if I do get rejected in the end. Help me never to get in the way of what You're doing.