Our family is recuperating from a crazy/beautiful weekend. It began early Saturday morning when we arose at 5 a.m. and headed toward downtown Houston to participate in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure benefiting breast cancer education and research. We joined 28,000 other people in walking and running for a cure to a disease that affects the 1 in 8 women that will be diagnosed with breast cancer — not to mention their families.
Twenty-three years ago this past Friday my wife’s grandmother died from breast cancer and in February 2005, my mother-in-law was diagnosed and is currently a survivor. Breast cancer hits close to home for us. So we walked!
The entire family, grandma Beverly included, walked in the 1/2 mile Family Walk, and Rochelle, Malia and I participated in the 5K Walk — actually Malia walked the 3/4 of a mile then was carried on mom’s and dad’s backs the rest of the way.
The best thing about the walk is the way that survivors are treated. Gifts are given, congratulations shared, stories told and applause received. It was beautiful. Inspiring even!
If you had planned to give $$$ to our team and haven’t, donations can be accepted until the end of October!
Rochelle and I ended Saturday night seeing The David Crowder Band in concert.
During the opening acts we were both exhausted from the walk and dealing with sever headaches and thought we might have made a mistake by combining the two events into one day. But once Crowder hit the stage all was well.
Over and above the music itself, I love Crowder’s humility and ease with the crowd. There’s no pretense. No encores. No preaching. No trying to have a road to Damacus experience at a rock concert. Just good people making good music that glorifies God. The highpoint of the concert? Watching the security guard sitting in front of our section close her eyes and sway as the masses sang “Oh, praise Him, Oh, praise Him, He is Holy, He is Holy.”