I was standing at my bathroom sink staring disgustedly at my hair in the mirror. I was beyond frustrated with my inability to fix my hair. My hands weakened, fingers curling from ALS, I was unable to use a curling iron or even manipulate a simple barrette. I had foolishly cancelled my hair appointment that I made two months earlier. I’d just received the devastating diagnosis of ALS and looked at a haircut for myself as a waste of money. Boy what a difference two months made!
I knew my option were limited. I was alone, my husband had gone to work. I couldn’t use scissors and there isn’t a styling product on the market that can hold back my hair. My hairdresser was due to have her third child anytime and was no longer at the salon. I had no option but prayer. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I said, “God, I wish you would cut my hair!”
I went to the kitchen to find something for breakfast. As I was looking through the refrigerator my phone rang. I wheeled my walker over to the arm of the couch to sit while I answered the phone. It was Sherry, my hairdresser! She said, “Michele, when I woke up this morning God put it on my heart to give you a haircut today”. Do you have time for one this morning?” All I could say was “Yes”. She said she’d be coming within an hour. I hung up the phone and started crying. All I could do was cry and say “Thank you Lord, thank you Lord.” I sat there thanking Him for twenty minutes. It was so incredible. My all-powerful God cares enough to cut my hair! He was listening!
An hour later I had a short haircut and the reassurance that nothing was too small for me to take to my Father in heaven. He is always listening, always near.
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