Does a Bad Haircut Really Matter in the Grand Scheme?

One year ago today, my husband (wonderful man that he is) rushed me to the ER that was thirty minutes away. He didn’t give me any options other than:  it was him drive me or call an ambulance. I’m so glad he did.  Not too long after we arrived, I had scans done and the doctor gave us some not-so-great news. Then the real fun began…I was taken by ambulance to another hospital two hours away. That ride was one of the worst things I’ve ever endured.

Six weeks and multiple surgeries later, I was weak and looking at a long road of recovery. I’d had constant, horrible, 24-hour pain that made me cry until there were no more tears. My body fought one infection after another. I felt like I had been sliced and diced on the front and the back and I was tired. So very tired.

But that part was finally over.

It’s been a tough year. I caught Pertussis last year (whooping cough) only five months after all my hospital stays. Whooping cough lasts FOREVER… at least it feels that way (it’s really just a little more than 100 days but still…that’s a long time.)

And… last week, I had my hair cut. The cute little thing chopped it. About three inches too much. I don’t like it. At all. It was a big transition for me to move to shorter hair last year. But this? Ugh. I don’t even want to go anywhere because I dislike it that much.

But as I sit here and think about where I was a year ago, it puts the bad haircut into perspective. It puts everything in my life into perspective. The past couple months have been fraught with tough situations and stress. But God is there. In the midst of it all, encouraging me to keep going, reminding me of His power and goodness.

And I’m oh, so thankful.

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  3. When we think He isn’t there, He IS. Remember the the poem Footsteps In The Sand? I am constantly reminded of this during this lovely battle I have with multiple Chronic Conditions while dealing with some stressful stuff also the last couple months especially. I am not happy with some of the way the things that turned out but it had to be done or I don’t think I would smiling and sitting here today. I know God was with me because I feel at peace now about what I changed at home.

    I can’t change my Chronic Health Conditions, but He can help me death with them and other things by carrying me when I am at my lowest….that’s my point after I have babbled. Sorry Kim.

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  5. It’s been a rough year(s) here too with my back and the cancer and more. I think God is testing us but I don’t know exactly why. But that doesn’t matter as long as we trust that He will pull(tug, drag through a doorway,yank) us up again and are better for the wear and tear of it all. I know it allowed me to see around obstacles and keep looking up. I had lost my voice (or so I thought) but I sang in church today for the first time in over 10 years and my voice was clear and strong because I was singing ‘It Is Well With My Soul’. Bless you and keep looking up. I will too.

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  6. Hi Kim!
    I don’t like my hair short either, but compared to all the strugles I’ve endured in the past, that is the least of my worries!
    Almost 3 years ago, my husband had a kidney transplant. Thank God, everything went well, but a few months later, he had to have a second surgery, because there was a “small” problem with his ureter. Than, a few months later, he had a problem with his thyroid… Another surgery.
    But God Is Good and today, he is healthy and I treasure every moment we spend together.
    I hope you’re feeling better and with less cough!

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