As a frequent lurker and occasional contributor at Craig Crawford’s Trail Mix blog, I’ve been following the progress of a brain cancer patient, journalist and blogger Sean Holton. After a period of time when chemotherapy and radiation were holding the cancer at bay, word has come that Sean’s cancer is growing again.
I’m not much of a good hand at prayer. I believe in a spirit of Infinite Good, which I call God for shorthand, but some days it seems my prayers are making their way to that Good and other days it seems they stick somewhere between my voice and the ceiling.
Today is one of those latter days.
Then I remembered something a Methodist minister once told me: that even the most innocuous activities can be prayer; our mere act of breathing can be prayerful. (I cannot remember, now, where he said that particular definition of prayer comes from, but it stuck with me.)
I’m involved in a project called Share a Square. The heart project of my friend Shelly Tucker, Share a Square is a group of crocheters making squares for afghans that will be stitched together and ultimately distributed to kids at camps who suffer from cancer.
Shelly is presently, with a group of willing hands, engaged in stitching afghans together; others of us are already crocheting squares for the next Share a Square project, which will begin in August.
It occurs to me that, if every breath is a prayer, so can every stitch be. And so today, as I stitch, every one will be a prayer of hope–for the campers, and for Sean.