It’s Bono from the band U2 that was “spot on” when he sang, “We’ve got to carry each other, carry each other. One love.”
My girl friend of seventeen years is on the verge of a double mastectomy. Like, real soon. Feeling helpless to get her through the rough months ahead, I felt stumped how I could lend a hand. Yeah, providing meals is all good and needed, but I thought back to when my son was amidst a year hospital stay in the intensive care unit and I was a first-time mom trying to cope (Thank you Prozac), I needed more than a hot meal. Through hard times, I discovered God’s word and the hunger for hope that it satiated. The spiritual food that feeds the hurting soul is what I aspire to share with her. But how?
Then, I decided to print up Bible verses that pulled me through living with a sick baby on a home ventilator, after two open-heart surgeries and extensive hospital stays. When my son was sick, God tucked me into a corner and poured out his Word to carry me through that awful time that felt like a never-ending-horrible-roller coaster ride.
I printed up Bible verses and words of encouragement to guide her through the storm that lies ahead. (Some of my favorites? “When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.” F. D. Roosevelt. And, “Cast all your anxiety on Him because he cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:7). My disappointment was that when I went to print them, I only had pink card stock. I had envisioned yellow, blue and a rainbow of colors that would catch her attention as they hung throughout her home.However, in my office there was only pink paper! I felt discouraged but knew it really didn’t matter what color I used. I pressed on. Then, it came to me! YES! Pink is the THE color of Breast Cancer. I smiled as I realized that God was behind all this and He knows better than anyone that “We’ve got to carry each other, carry each other.”
Riding a unicycle is like life. To be successful and enjoy the ride, they both require tremendous balance and focus. I sit up tall, shoulders back and imagine I am holding one of my young boys under each arm. My best-friend-techie-husband’s hand on my seat (hubba, hubba) to guide me, and my two wiener dogs running alongside, looking like double Dumbos. As I train to ride Blanche, my unicycle, in a half-marathon, I think how good God is as the breeze blows my brown hair, a big smile on my face. Come along for a thrilling one-wheel ride while I do my best to maintain balance... but keep an open mind, there is always something new to learn!