Two Years Journey

Two years ago, I began a journey of learning what is fleeting and what is eternal. My Savior chose to teach this lesson to me through my parents. I have come to understand that I have a very abnormal relationship when it comes to my parents. Well, compared to a lot of people I've met in my life. My parents are still married, love each other unconditionally, respect each other and although they probably wouldn't use this particular word, they adore my brother and I... and we have never doubted this love for a moment in our lives. So as adults, we are in each other's lives on a weekly, if not daily basis, regardless of the distance.

Two years ago, my Dad had an "episode" with his heart that the doctors have never figured out what it was exactly. But for about 24 hours as I sat at with friends 15 hours from his hospital room, I wondered if I would ever see my Dad on this earth again. God chose to heal him and he's not had a problem since.

Then cancer entered my world. My mom had breast cancer. I am so very thankful to my Savior that she is one of the blessed ones in that "it" was caught early, God used modern medicine to intervene and 15 months after her last chemo and radiation treatment, you can't even tell she went through it.

During Thanksgiving 2005, while I was home for the holidays, Mom had shaved her head because the hair had started falling out. Being the practical woman she is, she didn't want to deal with the clumps of hair on her pillow or in the shower drain. So she had my Dad shave her head. While at home, she asked me if I would shave mine. And if I lived near her, I would have in a heartbeat. Don't get the wrong idea, it would have been incredibly hard. But she's my Mom and I would have done it. But living 13 hours aways, people in Nashville would have thought me quite the freak if I just decided to shave my head. And Mom understood this. She was just curious. But I felt a very real need to do "something". I mean, hello. My Mom was going through cancer, I should do something to show her my support. It's the least I could do.

Then God gave me the idea. I could grow my hair and donate it to Locks of Love (www.locksoflove.org). Not bragging, but I have always had really good hair. Not good styles... pictures from high school and college can prove that! HA! But I have healthy hair and a TON of it.

So, 20 months later, here we are. It was weird going from hair halfway down my back to barely enough to grasp in my fingers. And I won't lie to you, I cried when it was cut off. But it's not because my hair is gone. It's because I became very overwhelmed at the fact at the end of this process (you gotta love that word!), I get to donate my hair to someone who will be going through the same thing my mom went through... cancer. But evenmoreso, I am very overwhelmed because I was able to call my Mom and tell her. The outcome of her journey could have been so very different... same with Dad. But God's mercy has allowed me the privilege of going through life with that relationship intact.

So in a world where parental relationships are usually non-existent, severly strained and/or barely cordial, I'm so thankful that God has allowed me the opportunity to see that although our life on this planet is fleeting, His mercy to remain on this planet is truly His gift. I've always thought that Heaven is our eternal gift. Now I see how being here in this "earth suit" is a gift as well because He gives us relationships.