The Generosity Experiment: Day 14

Finding out what happens when you look for opportunities to give. To start from Day 1, click here.

I sit under the dryer, foils precisely placed on my head, wondering if I’ll be hearing free satellite radio soon. I’m not alone. The salon is hopping. Christmas parties must be soon approaching with as many highlights that are taking place this cold winter’s morn.

I think back to junior high, spending hours in my bathroom fixing my bangs. My entire day could be made or ruined by not enough height, crooked curls, or running out of hairspray mid-creation. I’m sure you can relate. A girl’s hair is important, her crowning glory. And it doesn’t change with age, at least not for me.

So, here I am, somewhat relaxed, waiting for the final unveil. I admit I want to control my hair and anyone that fixes it. But God has been doing a work in me through my locks. Sounds crazy, I know.

It’s not locks of love, but it sure feels like it sometimes.

Quick back story: Due to a move, I had to go to a new hairdresser 2 1/2 years ago. Frightening! Recommendations led me to, lets call him Conrad. My first visit with him included sailor words, conversational challenges, and arm-filled tattoos. I didn’t flinch. I asked questions and answered his honestly. He quickly changed subjects when my faith was woven into the conversation. Conrad found other distractions to compensate.

But my hair looked great, so I selfishly returned in a few months. This time I wasn’t so pleased and I quickly learned consistency wasn’t his strong suit. But that spilled over into all parts of his life. . . trying to find himself spiritually, his failing marriage, and the latest medication for bi-polar and other disorders. I found myself concerned for him, praying for him, and asking more questions. I found Conrad opening up and a friendship blossoming.

I’ve learned it’s not about whether my color is the way I want it or if the cut is exactly right, it’s about Conrad and loving him the way Jesus would. What if no one else sat in his chair and listened to him and loved on him and prayed for him? What if I’m it? Why would I walk away. . .because of my vanity?

Conrad just told me that he feels closer to God when he’s doing my hair. You know what? I do, too.

By: Someone You May Know

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