Located on the grounds of Second Baptist Church of Memphis, TN is a Labrynth, a prayer garden as such. Inside of the Labrynth, on the left side, is a bronze red tailed hawk on a cross. It, along with the Labrynth, is dedicated to Spence and Becky Wilson. Their gifts of love and support for not only Second Baptist Church but also for the community which is Memphis, Tennessee and out into the world, is a reminder of their dedication to the one who died on the cross.
By far, this is little duck is my favorite duck. Has always been. We used to have one in our first aviary that was pinioned and he would let me get within inches of him. There is nothing any harder to hit as a duck hunter, nothing any better tasting in the duck game bag, nor any duck as beautiful. In the field, the hen Greenwing Teal has an unmistakeable high-pitched quack. The drake only gives a soft little peep in reply. No further comment is necessary.
Pintail Drake – Finished
My hands. The ones that did this work. They don’t work like they once did. And I grieve. The hand strength and torque to do this kind of work places a lot of stress on my hands and the pain becomes enormous. I am disconnected. Da Vinci said “where there is no spirit, the hands can do no art!” For me, where there are no hands, the spirit can do no art. And I grieve.
You have seen some of the art I have done recently. It is not as intricate or as detailed as this beautiful drake pintail that is featured above. The carpal tunnel release surgery that was done a couple of years ago failed and they want to redo it. My neck continues to give me difficulties and there should be more work there according to my latest doctor. And I grieve.
Here is what I know: I am choosing to live out Chronic Pain Disease here and out front because so little research is being done on this medical dilemma. Over 100 million people are suffering with chronic pain. They hurt for no known reason and their lives are being stolen. And they grieve. We grieve.
The message, since I am a person of faith, is this: no matter our struggle in life, God walks with me, us. No juicy feel good mushy message. Simply this; where can we go that God is not with us. And thou I grieve and hope that the medical profession decides to wake up and that the church will see us for who we are, I understand that the purposes of God are far greater than simply what my hands can do. And for that reason and hope, I can do this!
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