Sacred Support

At Meme’s Pandemic Preschool, the fall version of Meme’s Pandemic Summer Camp, I am working on teaching my grandchildren to ask for “support” rather than “help”. Semantics? Maybe. But I like the imagery.

Each morning after we have tired of all the things that Meme’s camp has to offer Pops takes a work break and we go for a family run. A recent visit to my dermatologist has left me with a very sore leg as she is hacking away at me, one bit of precancerous skin per visit. So for the near future Pops and the kids run; I trail behind and watch for cars and trucks and yell warnings as needed. The kids do not like me to get too far behind. Christian has taken to turning around, running back and saying, “Meme, do you need some support?”

“Yes, yes I do!” He waits until I catch up, turns around and runs back to Pops and Norah - neither of whom are complaining about having a run break.

Fully human, it is totally okay to ask for support and it is divine when we are eager to provide it for others. This should be a no judgment zone. There should be no greater value given to the supporter than the one brave enough to ask for help.

For the next few weeks, in light of our current global and local situation, I am going to pivot a bit on this blog. I just have this sense that all of us need more support and holding right now. I hope you will join me as we turn our attention to meditation and prayer - for our country, our community, ourselves. It is in this sacred space where our fully human selves come when we need God’s big hands to hold us up and help us remember that he is with us.