Tub conversations…

Many nights, I take long baths with one of my girls.  We sit in pink or purple or blue water, play with Barbies, wash each others hair and just chat about life, homework, friends.

Tonight, Mary Clare decided to take a bath with me.  We chatted about school this week, and her new Bible class on Wednesday nights at First Baptist Church.  She explained that she needed to take her Bible next week to make her teacher happy, but she said she would rather go to her “real church” to see God.  (I assumed she thought Father Michael from our own church was God, as McCanless thought so many years ago.)

Before I went on to explain that Father Michael was not God, I asked her where she thinks God lives.

Her little voice replied, “God lives in your heart” and I almost teared up realizing that she actually learned a few things at her new Bible class.

A few minutes later as we sat in our purple water, she glared up at my port area, as if to notice it for the first time.

With her eyes huge and questioning she pointed to my port, which protrudes out pretty far, and asked me,

“Is God poking his finger out of you?”

6 Comments

Angela  on September 9th, 2011

This post makes me smile and laugh and glad that I ‘stopped by’. Wonderful and precious.

🙂 Angela

Cindy Shoemaker  on September 9th, 2011

Kerri,
I am so sorry to hear of you and your new journey. As I read it, it brought back many memories that I too have experienced. The call from the breast specialist to meet after hours. (It had been over a week since my mamo so I thought I was scott free.) Usually I would get a call for a closer look. That will be 8 years on the l5th of September. I had just taken my baby to college in FL., and almost didn’t have time for that years mamo, but did it anyway. The story of the pet scan, you hit it on the mark. I too didn’t do well after and still get a little nausea just thinking about that stuff from the metal box. I did a different route, I had a bialateral masectomy and then had reconstruction immediately after. I was fortunate that it had not gotten to the lymnph nodes, I did not do chemo like you are, but did do a form that put me in a drug induced menopause. I did that for three years then had a partial hysterectomy. At the time I was 44. Just remember all cancers are individual, you will hear all types of stories from well meaning people. But remember you focus on that precious family of yours and they will see you through this. You and your family will be in my prayers.

Katherine Bryan  on September 10th, 2011

Kerri,
Jack and I started reading your blog last spring to track Mary Clare’s progress after her surgery. She has actually been part of many of our talks with Gray about God and many of her bedtime prayers. I’m helping Andrea teach the 4k Kids for Truth class, and we were glad to see Mary Clare. She is quite a dancer! You’ll have to check out the 10 Commandment boogie on Utube with her. Everyone was impressed with her moves. She is right. She will be rewarded for bringing her Bible to church each week. We’re looking forward to having her again! Your family is in our prayers.

Judy Brown  on September 10th, 2011

“Out of the mouths of babes………”!!! Love that MC and her family!!!

Copeland Lewis  on September 10th, 2011

Mrs Pennington I feel for you beacuse I love and miss you and I’m cried and cried when I heard the news. I am praying for you.

Love,
Copeland

Cathy hill  on September 10th, 2011

I love u can have that time with your girls….bays always comes up with some crazy things..she is just 2 .with my dad’s port I never would touch it…..but that is the passage way for all the good cocktails to enter your body and god has put is arms around you and said u can kick this in the behind
That was so kind of your friend and the quilt is amazing” .
Cancer is a cruddy word and when my daddy was sick bays said one day while eating papa
is sick…they hear and pick up on more than we think I am sure it did not help I started crying / the ugly cry. .. Your girls will grow from this and by next summer u. C a n Say I kicked it’s booty. Take care. Prayers