Why eyebrows?

Last week I had a jewelry show and Coach had practice, so our oldest was babysitting. I kept my phone close at hand just in case. Just before I started my show, I noticed that I had a text. Anxious that it may be one of the kids, I skimmed over it checking for blood…

It was my sis-in-law. I breathed a sigh of relief. As I gathered my things to get started, I saw,

“Oh my goodness!!! Heartbreak in our house!! Cassidy shaved off ½ of both of her eyebrows and she’s devastated that she has to go to school tomorrow.”

I just stood there in front of everyone completely speechless.

What!? Why her eyebrows? Why not her arm? And how did she get a hold of a razor for long enough to shave off her eyebrows? And…what was she thinking? All of these questions were swirling around in my head as I tried to focus my attention on the sweet ladies sitting in front of me. I shook it off and focused my attention back on my jewelry show having some much needed ‘mommy time” that evening.

As soon as I walked in the door of my house, I quickly texted April, fingers flying across the screen, “What happened? How did she get a razor? Why her eyebrows and not something that makes more since like her arm?”

Apparently, my niece was taking a shower and noticed her teen-aged sister’s razor sitting on the edge of the tub. She wondered to herself, “What would I look like without eyebrows?” Then she did what any curious 7 year old would do, let that burning curiosity get the best of her.

You know what they say, “curiosity killed the cat…’

That leads me to another horrible story. I actually did kill my cat. Yes, you read that right. Sadly…

I backed over him with my car a few weeks ago. Talk about devastating heartbreak! I was a mess! My best guess is that he was lying under my car behind one of my front tires asleep. He was very old, so either couldn’t move or just didn’t want to. I never saw him.

I remember checking my calendar as I left the house to see which carpool I was supposed to drive that afternoon. The tweens or the munchkins? Tweens. I opened the back door to remove the car seats from the back. I walked around the back of the car, climbed in, and began backing up. A split second after my car started to roll backwards, I felt the most dreadful thump. My heart sank. I sat motionless for a second hoping with all of my heart that it was one of the kids’ toys. Nope. It was my 16 year old cat. I was horrified and turned into a screaming crying mess! I called Coach barely able to talk through all of my sobbing. My neighbor came running from down the street to help. And really…that’s all I want to say about that.

However…

My fat-cheeked blue-eyed 4 year old is still processing what happened on that horrible day. He, on the other hand, wants to constantly talk about it….

So now, weeks later, my 4 year old will scrunch up his little face, look at anyone who will listen, and say, “We don’t have a cat anymore. My mom runned over him. My dad put him in the dirt. And now he’s in heaven with Jesus.”

Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to endure that story? As my whole body cringes at the memory?

So how does my cat and Cassidy’s eyebrows go together?

As soon as I saw my niece, my thoughts wandered back to something that Kellie Buffington had written shortly after her young husband went to be with Jesus,

“Chris Rice wrote a song about questions for heaven. AJ and I had a running list going of our questions for heaven. Whenever we didn’t understand something we’d say to each other, “I am going to ask God that when I get to heaven.” When I get to heaven I am going to ask God about eyebrows. They are really quite silly and odd if you think about them. They don’t seem to serve much of a purpose…So what is with eyebrows than? Why did God create eyebrows?”

 

In her short 7 years, Cassidy certainly understands “why eyebrows.” My 4 year old is trying to figure out why he can’t see his cat anymore. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I ran over him, and it breaks my heart. I’m a nervous wreck backing out of my driveway now…terrified that it will happen again, and that it could be worse….looking compulsively like a crazy person behind me each time I put my car into reverse.

So many times we too, like the cat, get “killed” by our own curiosity, disobedience or carelessness.

But God knows our hearts. He knows each and every little part of our lives. And y’all, he forgives us anyway.  He sent his only son because his we, His most precious creation, go against Him each day. That’s humbling. We knowingly do things that we should not do. We are careless with our words and our actions.

There are so many things in this life that we will never understand, be able to rationalize, or explain. So many heartaches and hardships. He sees the big picture. All of the bad in the world…all of the things in this life that just don’t seem fair or right….

One day be able to sit at God’s feet, whole and new, praising Him, asking questions, including “Why eyebrows….”

cassidy tree

-Brooke

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