fresh courage

We sang a song in church on Sunday which I’m sure I’ve sung many times before. But I had never really noticed the third verse and, in singing it, was struck rather breathless by it. The song is God Moves in a Mysterious Way. The third verse:

“You fearful saints, fresh courage take, the clouds you so much dread are big with mercy and shall break in blessing on your head.”

What powerful words. Words that I long to be true. For me. For Mark. For the friends whose clouds are visible and invisible. Known and hidden.

Unable to get the song out of my head, I did “response time” on Sunday afternoon. Response time in Children in Worship (where Zoe worships during the service) is when the kids have individual time to ruminate on the story they have heard and to respond in art, music, literature, etc. It is a lovely time.

On Saturday I had been to an art gallery with my friend Emily. I had seen some of the artist’s work on my friend Sara’s windowsill and was so taken that I had to see it for myself. It was a great gallery (the artists live in it), but it was the pocket paintings (like the ones I had seen at Sara’s) that really enchanted me. So, I snatched up a few (for $5 each) and moved the tiny blocks delightedly around the house all weekend.

I tell you this because, just like the children I often worship with, my response time was not all my own idea. I used what I had seen in Rachel Van Dyke’s work and personalized it. Is there some way that I can justify being inspired by one work and basically copying it as my own? Peri? Any thoughts?

Anyway, below are the photos. First Rachel Van Dyke’s pocket paintings, then my response time art (on a bigger piece of plywood). If you look closely, you’ll notice what Zoe did right away. Rachel’s figures are actually birds. Mine? Not so much. Unless birds have pockets these days…

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conversation about the cure

My last post was about the Race for the Cure last Saturday. Zoe was not at the race because she had a soccer game. I brought her back a bag full of free stuff from the race and it was this that she was examining as we were in the van later that day when this conversation happened…

what is cure?
that’s making something all better.

what is race for the cure?
when I run I ask people to give me money and it goes to doctors who help find new medicine to get rid of breast cancer.

to cure breast cancer?
yep. that’s what we’re getting money for.

that’s better than a lot a lot of money.

what is?

curing breast cancer is better than a lot a lot of money.

I think you’re right, honey.

Race for the Cure

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We ran it. Every step. Our time was exactly the same as the year we actually trained for the race. Lesson learned. No more training. Though I’m still pretty sore and it’s been four days. Hmmm. Thank you, Jane and Paul. It was such fun. And we raised a fair chunk of change too—-I was the highest individual fundraiser at $3,200. Wow! Thank you!

Each year breast cancer survivors who participate are given pink shirts. I am collecting mine and wear them on my morning walks with Emily and Daisy. This year’s shirt I think I’ll choose from the stack more often than the others. The saying on the back of it just resonates so deeply with me. It is:

“I walk for those who have walked before me and for those who walk beside me.”

Thank you for walking beside me. For running beside me. For picking me up when I scrape my knees and knock a few teeth loose. For reminding me to look around me as I run. For feeling the wind in your hair as I do in mine. For marveling with me. Laughing with me. Crying with me.

It was really good to be in a sea of pink for a day.

But it’s better to be home paying bills and listening to the music coming from Zoe’s sleepy room while Mark readies his guitar for a gig and Daisy snores on the daybed. That, is priceless.