March 5, 2008

On Tuesday Will did some fancy footwork with kick-boxing in physical therapy. His physical therapist was the instructor and he kept the group entertained with his fancy moves and off-the-wall commentary. He had been quite the showman earlier in the day with the basketball, passing it behind his back, making fast breaks around the corners, and dribbling down the hall with his fan club following (Sarah with the camera--a video of which will be up after we get back to Bountiful, hopefully).

During lunch he impressed his speech therapist with his ability to read the high blood pressure pamphlet in Spanish. She wanted to know where he learned Spanish. He told her while on his mission in Argentina. When she found out he had served a mission, she wanted to know if others of his family had served missions. He told her each missionary and where they had served. It was a great memory jogging exercise. We won't say where he said Isaac served.

On Tuesday night he had a bunch of friends drop by from the ward. It was great. They kept us entertained with their hair-raising accounts of no blinker lights and brake/gas pedal confusions.

One of the girls even tried to use her finger to operate the blinker on her car (which had completely broken off), but then became afraid of being electrocuted. The consensus was to leave the tinkering of the cars to the men who are eager to help the ladies. As they were leaving they requested I post the poem called "The Marriage Ship", which I read on Sunday to help explain how I felt about this whole series of unfortunate events, so here it is:

When we were wed, we went to sea
Upon a shattered rail
And put our trust in miracles
That we could make it sail.
Unmindful of its size and length,
We walked it up and down;
Until at last it grew in strength
And gained a sterner prowl
The stars of night burned ne'er so bright
As when we scanned the dark
To find the course God charted out
Before we had embarked.
Though tempests came, and billows raged,
No waves were e'er so wild
That time and patience could not find
A way to make them mild.

Then shipmates came.
I witnessed yet another miracle;
From rail to raft our vessel grew
'Till fitted out with sails,
There rode the seas majestically
A ship made from a rail.
The wind that carried it along
Blew fewer fitful gales,
But rather breathed of a perfume
No earthly presence wears.
And then I knew our ship did move
By our great Helmsman's prayers.

How happily I sail life's seas
With this well-seasoned crew.
How much I long to spend this day
And every day with you.
Oh, may the sunshine never set upon our ship at sea,
But I, within my heart, will know
The morning's sun will see
Us all together, everyone,
Each helping out the other,
'Till we in Christ are anchored down,
Each sister and each brother.

And that's how miracles are made.
It's taking what is low
And seeing not what's shattered,
But what love can make to grow.

Mom