Taking time out of my Ethiopian moment to have a reality check of the horrors…
A Moment I Won’t Soon Forget
A Moment I Won’t Soon Forget was this past Sunday, Big Daddy and I decided that we would go to church with my mama. See, her Sunday School Class (the Empty Nesters), as collected money the past 2 Christmases and donated it to our fund for Louisville. We put ALL donated money in a plastic money bag and we have marked it Lville. We use this for gas, to and from, snacks, food, and hotel stays. I made last years donation stretch quite a bit…almost until the end of the year. This year, they surprised us and did it again. We are so humbled and grateful.
Saying Thank You
My days are short and busy, so getting to the store to buy a thank you card seemed like an impossible task…also…I just didn’t know if I could find one that could do justice in expressing ourselves. These people had never met us. They have never met my son, they just know what my parents tell them and it is hard for our parents to understand the ins and outs of this life-altering thing that Hunter has. I thought it would be best to personally go, introduce them to Hunter and the rest of my family and answer some questions, as well as, thanking them.
We got there and their SS teacher, Donnie, stepped out in the hall. When my crew walked in (everyone but my oldest daughter), the look of surprise on my daddy’s face and my Martha’s……that was a good moment. After being introduced to everyone and them, so graciously feeding my kids LOL…I looked over and there stood my daddy. With the fellas, drinking his coffee. See, the thing is is that, growing up my dad came for holidays and if one of us girls sang. That was it. I never knew him to go to SS, he would slip in for those brief moments in a big church and then he would leave as quickly as he could.
In my adult life….I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen him in a church (except for weddings). My mom faithfully has always gone…dragging her kids behind her 🙂 I was overwhelmed with the sight of him standing there. He wasn’t there because he was forced. Amazingly, he was there because he wanted to be there. Surrounded by men and women, of God, who love him. He CHOSE to go. He drives by himself.
It is cold outside…like bitterly cold and since his medical issues (stroke 2 yrs ago and quadruple bypass earlier this year), he can hardly handle the cold. Yet, there he stood. With that grin on his face….taking it all in. He has been in church since God shook him to the core about 11 years ago. In that time, he fell in love with my mama again. Also, he fell in love with God again. His SS teacher is a retired cop, he knows the things my daddy has gone through. He can sympathize and empathize. They are like a little match made in heaven.
I am in awe of the goodness of Jesus. I’m blessed to have parents who love each other. I saw my daddy….in a Sunday school class….because he *wanted* to be there. My heart. My parents have stood in front of me protecting me from the world, besides me as I made tough decisions, and behind me to hold me up when I start to fall. They have done anything that I’ve asked of them and then some. I can never repay them.
My rainbow is growing 🙂
Edited on 12.3.18
**It must be noted, this post was made when Hunter was MISDIAGNOSED with Opsoclonus Myoclonus Syndrome. OMS is a clinical diagnosis. Doctor’s should have done genetic testing to rule out other causes of his symptoms, but the did not. His official diagnosis is genetic. It is called Ataxia Telangiectasia Like Disorder.**