Life was good in the city of brotherly love and sisterly affection. I was serving in my church home. I was serving in the community. I was serving my country. And I was enjoying my life. That’s not to say it was without challenges. However, in the grand scheme of things it was all good and I was confident that my decision to move was God’s permissive will.
In July 2006 I surprised my parents and took them on a 7-day cruise to Belize, Costa Maya and Cozumel. They were ecstatic. Neither of them had been on a cruise before and they were really looking forward to it. It warmed my heart to see them so happy.
The port of call was Port Canaveral Florida and because my mother was not going to fly, I drove from Philadelphia to Greenville NC, picked up my parents, drove to Jacksonville Florida to pick up my best friend and then drove to Port Canaveral Florida…..1,010 miles!! I was so sick of driving I could have pulled my hair out! But, seeing how happy my parents were made the drive worth it.
We spent the night in Port Canaveral and the next day we set sail. Even though my luggage never left the hotel, it was such a great family vacation. My parents really enjoyed themselves. My mom even won $1500 at the casino!! We had a blast and I was sad to see it end. But I was happy I made the decision to do that for them.
In September 2006, while at work I received a call that my mom had been rushed to the hospital because of a collapsed lung. I notified my supervisor that my mom was in the hospital and I needed to leave. A friend made the 7 hour drive with me. I was nervous, anxious, and afraid but her presence was comforting for me. We finally arrived in North Carolina and I went straight to the hospital. It really hurts me to see my mother sick or in the hospital. I am a relatively strong person but when it comes to my mother I am weak. I am thankful my friend was there because I was about to set it off in Pitt County Memorial Hospital. My mother’s nurse needed training in bedside manner. The way she was treating my mother and speaking to her was raising my blood pressure. If you have ever seen a mother react to someone bothering her child, then you know how I reacted to how the nurse was treating my mother. However, my friend handled the situation for me.
My mother stayed in the hospital for one week. Eventually she would be diagnosed with Raynaud’s Disease, Scleroderma and COPD. It was the beginning of a long journey. But I was standing on God’s word. I was trusting and believing that God would honor his word and heal my mother.
“But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” ~ Isaiah 53:5