Monday, October 17, 2011

Tackling Breast Cancer

Toughness is in the soul and spirit, not in muscles.  ~Alex Karras

Yesterday I watched dozens of young boys, brimming with excitement, dash onto the football field ready to earn a victory.  It was a beautiful fall day, cool breeze, bright warm sun, the buzz of families and friends visiting about everything from their kids, to college football rankings to.....cancer.

Acknowledging October as Breast Cancer Awareness month, the YMCA encouraged the little players to show their support by adding something pink to their uniform, and so many of them did.  As bright pink socks and wristbands flashed across the field, lighting up the event like fireflies in July, I wondered how many of those little athletes were wearing pink in honor, or in memory of someone they know, someone they love.
That was the case for my boys. They teamed up with their cousin Ethan and together they wore pink for their Granny, and wore it proudly.

As you read this you can probably think of one or a few persons in your life who have battled breast cancer.  Cancer, just saying it feels so heavy, the weight of it's meaning indescribable.  It has crept into our vocabulary and become as fluid in conversation as the weather and politics.

When a loved one announces that they have cancer, it has a way of stopping you in your tracks, the force compressing your chest.  The word echos through your soul like thunder, the silence after the storm frightening. Slowly you absorb the news, what breath is left inside is exhaled in compassion, in fear, and in hope.  And, that is the story of every breath you breathe each and every day as you wait for the one you love to be healed.

If you are reading this and know of someone who is bravely fighting breast cancer, will you join me in prayer for them, for all of them? Today, may the pink we see around us serve as a reminder for us to wrap each woman in arms of affectionate prayer, with the hope that tomorrow pink will be the color of victory.  A battle hard fought and courageously won.



Father, for the strength you have given me I thank you. 


For the health you have blessed me with, I thank you. 
For the women who are going through breast cancer and their families 
I ask you to strengthen and to heal as you see fit. 
Lord we know you want us to be in good health and to prosper. 
Lord use us to do the work you have for us to do. 
For we know time is getting short on this earth. 
Lord be with every woman who is sick 
and encourage them as only you can. 
I know how faithful you are. 
You have shown yourself to be everything 
you say you are in your Holy Word. 
I praise you for you made this body 
and you can heal this body. 
In Jesus Name I pray. 

Amen.


(This prayer was found online at a breast cancer support page.)




Thursday, October 13, 2011

Little Wildcats

Last weekend we took the boys to Manhattan to watch our beloved Wildcats battle on the football field with Missouri.  We had tiger for lunch.  Mmmm-hmmm!
I am still recovering. Packing for and traveling with 6 males who have purple adrenaline pulsing through their veins is beyond any mamas call of duty.  I've been listening to Fleetwood Mac and ZZ Top all week just hoping that their tunes might overtake the marching band's Wabash Cannonball and its unending assault on my brain.  
All drama aside, I seriously love K-State football.  Throw in a tailgate with fantastic Farmhouse friends and sprinkle a little Aggieville on top and it's a recipe for a gooooood time. Notice I said a little Aggieville. As in Varsity Donuts and Hibachi Hut before 10:00 p.m.  Without the kids it would be Varsity Donuts, Hibachi Hut and Kites. Next year, man, next year.  

We also took a spin through campus where I attempted the impossible...
and again.....
this time with bribes and threats....
That's more like it!

While snapping the pics I was caught up in the realization that it had been almost 15 years since I last strolled through this campus harnessed with textbooks, highlighters and hopes for a certain future.  Funny how those plans change....
And, I couldn't help but envision these boys walking the same well worn sidewalks, taking in the rhythm and soul of campus, dedicating hours to study, completely engrossed in their major checking out girls and counting down the hours 'till dollar night in the 'Ville.
Someone please freeze-frame my life.  I don't want these boys to grow up.  Please stay little and let me love you forever, my little wildcats.