I know that this is a radical way of looking at prayer, but it resonates powerfully with me now as truth. The process of praying, with hundreds of others, for Katie's recovery, and witnessing her surgery, her healing from it, and then her relapse and death, has made me see prayer differently. It is ongoing relationship, not quid pro quo. And yet, there is beauty in asking for what we need, or asking for help for others; it's a mystery. Perhaps this is what Jesus meant when he said to his disciples: "I am the way and the truth and the life" ( see Jn 14:1-6). Perhaps, since we cannot control the outcome or the destination of any given situation, we may be meant to focus on the Way, the process, the relationship, the Presence.
"Lord Jesus, may the memory of your crucified love and
the grace of your risen presence
set us free,
give us hope and
make us strong."
I love this prayer, which I found when I read Carrie Maniscalco's caringbridge update today. When the pain of this world "crucifies" the love that I offer, it's easy to get so caught up in that pain that I forget to rest in the grace of His "risen presence," and forget to ask Him again for hope and strength. This is a beautiful, simple reminder to be aware of God's love and presence. Thank you, sweet Carrie, for encouraging my faith journey through yours.
Yesterday, Mom and I went to Seattle Children's Hospital with another batch of quilts for the cancer ward. We love to see Julie & Ashley from Childlife when we deliver the quilts.
It's always such fun to see people's faces when they first get a glimpse of our work. The volunteer office at Children's is staffed with the kindest, nicest people, and they get very excited to see the quilts, and hear about them.
This batch contained many quilts made by the Coleman family. Three generations have contributed their time and talent to sewing beautiful quilts for Katie's Quilters to take to the hospital. Thank you, Colemans! Sweet Blogger Erica sent two quilts (you can see them here), which we also donated yesterday. Thank you, Erica!
After leaving the hospital, we drove over to the "West Siiiiiiide," as Smileygirl calls it, to have lunch with her at Salty's, a waterfront seafood restaurant with a great view of Elliott Bay. Then we went to visit Smileygirl & her husband's new house, and give/get some lovin' from Wrigley. (Chumley stayed in the laundry room, as I had forgotten to bring Gregg's fishing waders to protect my legs).
Here is a picture of Mom & Smileygirl:
...and Wrigs and me: serious Wrigs (very much like an ancient wise man)
and smiley Wrigs. I wish the camera had caught the big kiss he gave me while we were posing. He also wanted to hold my hand, as you can see in the photo. What a sweetheart!