Yesterday I went and had my hair cut. During my time there God showed me why I need both of the moments mentioned in the title of this post.
I love going to get my hair cut. It’s just a very relaxing experience for me. If I could stop by and have them wash my hair every morning I would. I am always in danger of falling asleep during this time. There is however one part of the experience I don’t like…the big mirror.
Some people might be shocked by this but I don’t actually like looking at myself. During my haircut I am forced to look at myself in the all revealing mirror. I saw something today that worried me. No it wasn’t gray hair; mine tends to fall out not change color. No it wasn’t wrinkles or blemishes. It was my smile or lack thereof.
As I stared in the mirror I realized that my resting/relaxed face looks like I am miserable. I am sick and not feeling well at all but I am far from miserable. Of course no one would know that by looking at me. My face was telling a story that I wasn’t living and all who read it were left to make their own assumptions about my life.
We all know people who are always negative. If there is something to bring everyone down they will not only think of it but voice it for the world to hear. It’s as if they feel they have some higher calling to crush optimism. Maybe you can relate to the friends of Debbie Downer.
My point is that I am doing that with my demeanor without even realizing it. I am not saying you have to be all smiles and giggles all the time but you shouldn’t be all misery and mourning either. My big mirror moment has caused me to recognize a little bit more the power of a smile. Join me in my decision to smile more often than not and see if it won’t tell Christ’s story a whole lot better and maybe even change the way you feel as well.
Quiet Time with God
Strangely enough my quiet time with God is a lot like my haircuts, sometimes even in frequency. I love my quiet time with God. It’s a very relaxing experience for me. I am always in danger of falling asleep during this time. There is however one part of the experience I don’t like…the big mirror.
Some people might be shocked by this but I don’t actually like looking at myself. At some point during my quiet time with God I am forced to look at myself in the all revealing mirror. I see something every time that I am embarrassed by. God is usually trying to cut it away but sometimes it takes longer than I like because I have let it grow so long.
Just like my haircut though, it is what is taken away from the experience that is important. Well trimmed hair, a new respect for a smile, a much needed character adjustment. Not too bad for just one simple appointment.