Saturday, August 2, 2008
The OOOPS Haircut
I told her to cut it so it would catch on my shoulders. And layer it lightly. Well, in the end, I had a few strands of hair on my shoulders...the rest is layered...and it's just not ME. And Mozart doesn't like it. When I came home, he said, "I'll have to get used to it."
Oh well. Life is not a haircut.
I just finished reading "The Hiding Place" about Corrie Ten Boom and her sister, Betsie, who were sent away to various work camps and concentration camps because they harbored Jews in their home during WWII in Holland.
They went through some extremely difficult circumstances. Hell on earth. Yet their little Bible went through with them. At night, after a long day of hard labor...tired, sick, tortured, and dying women would huddle around and listen to Betsie read..."Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?...Nay in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us."
Many women were touched by God's love and light in that prison, because of Betsie and Corrie's willingness to reflect the Lord, even in horrendously painful circumstances.
They had haircuts, too. They had to keep their hair short, because of the lice.
Lord, help me to focus my thoughts and my time on the things that are most important in life.