As some of you know I hung out for a couple of days down in Hot-lanta with the following:
Take My Hand
It had only been a bit more than a week since my marriage had visibly unraveled and needless to say I was in need of a little TLC. There are not too many groups I would have trusted with my fragile psyche at that point but I had met Songbird and St. Casserole already and knew that this cyber community could be trusted both over teh internets and in person.
At the end of their board meeting and before the big event planning meeting on day 2 I was moving my stuff into the group and St. Casserole was talking. Now you have to understand that if I stopped at full attention every time St. Casserole was talking I would still be in Mississippi from my mission trip in October! So I was surprised when Songbird directed me to get my stuff together and sit down and listen.
As you know St. Cass is part of a family of survivors. More than once storms have come in and ravaged family holdings and businesses and boats and more than once they have picked up and rebuilt again. Whenever things seem particularly bleak they have a phrase, "When you lose your sail, row."
It is this phrase and their signatures that were placed on an oar (a St. Casserole garage sale specialty) and given to me to help keep me afloat.
As the shock of this whole thing has begun to wear off more than once I have felt like I have lost my sail and more than once I have appreciated this phrase and the visible sign of my friends holding me in prayer. And more than once I have been reminded to row.
This oar is on the living room mantle, front and center, placed immediately below one of my favorite pictures of the ocean.
Some day I will remember how to sail and the oar and the reminder will no longer need to be front and center in my life. But for now the friends and the oar are surrounding me and The Boy, keeping us afloat.