I started this post over a week ago, during the time when I sent out my battle cry for prayers. This was the song in my heart the day that we fasted together and I'm singing it again right now. I dedicate it to you. Of course there's a story that goes with it, but that's going to have to wait a little longer till I have time to finish writing it out—maybe later today, maybe Wednesday. Meanwhile, I'll just say this—when I let my little world know about this cancer scare Rob and I are facing and asked for support, one of my brothers-in-law was quick to respond and commit his family of six to carrying buckets of love and faith and healing effort to help put out this fire. Suddenly I saw in my mind's eye an entire "village" of family and friends and caring neighbors turning out and forming one big beautiful bucket brigade. I can't tell you how it touched me.
We are all part of each other's bucket brigades, and I love that. I'm here to help you put out your fires and you're here to help me put out mine. And if the flames turn out to be stronger than we are, we can at least roast marshmallows and make s'mores.
When I came across this song last weekend I listened to it a zillion times, and laughed and cried. I thought of you. This song's for you!
(Characteristically rambling story to come later, I promise.)
P.S. THANK YOU, darling C Jane, and THANK YOU, Red Apple Cottage for treating me and my sweet to a night in San Pete! I'm thrilled!)