Saturday, November 24, 2012

Hair Sessions, Life Lessons



I've been hearing her voice lately...

That fact in itself is not totally uncommon because I've been hearing her voice my entire life.  Lately however, I've been hearing those things she said to me along with the things she didn't say.

I've just recently come to understand

what she really meant when she spoke...
what she really wanted me to know, but I was too young to understand...
what she said that I didn't comprehend...

I get it now.  She had a lot to say and we had the time.

I wonder if this is why girls have longer hair than boys

So that we have the time
to sit
and listen
and learn

the lessons that we will carry into our lives as
women
wives
mothers

Is this why my "early year hair sessions" were a weekend long production?


Friday night...
wash
detangle
plait

to dry overnight.

Saturday morning...
press
part
grease

and braid into ponytails.

Sunday morning...
untie
brush
parade

gladly showing the result of her handiwork.


I've been hearing her voice lately...

Friday night...
close your eyes
lean your head back
be still

Saturday morning...
hold your ear
relax
be still

Sunday morning...
you look just like your father
move your hand
BE STILL!

Now that I am a mother I realize that everything she did
and everything she said
and even what she didn't say

laid the foundation for the moments that I am now living.


And I've been hearing her voice lately...

"Stand on His Word"
"Trust God, He'll see you through"
"Be Anxious for nothing"

Friday night...
wash (live a clean life, and don't let the dirt get into your eyes)
detangle (sometimes life hurts... know when to fight, know what to surrender)
plait (learn how to hold it together)

to dry overnight.  (because some things just take time)

Saturday morning...
press (and some kinks only surrender to heat)
part (so learn how to separate yourself)
grease (and remember to let the oil of gladness saturate your mind)

and braid into ponytails. (then do what it takes to stay out of a tangled mess)

Sunday morning...
untie (which means you must know when to release and let go)
brush (because a good bristle has its proper place)
parade (but always let your walk show His goodness)

"One day I won't be around anymore to tell you these things"
"But you will hear my voice reminding you"
"And you're gonna miss me when I'm gone"

Friday night...
close your eyes (pray without ceasing)
lean your head back (then look to the hills for help)
be still (and you will see the salvation of the Lord)

Saturday morning...
hold your ear (you can't listen to everyone)
relax (trust in God)
be still (and stop trying to control everything)

Sunday morning...
you look just like your father (don't ever forget who you belong to)
move your hand (and let Him work it out)
BE STILL! (know that He is God!)

It's amazing what you can hear when you don't even realize that you are listening,

But I've been hearing her voice lately...

And I'm grateful for our many hair sessions, life lessons.

"Moriah, come have a seat." 

Lean your head back...
close your eyes....
relax...
just be still, child.

"Thanks Mom"

(Now it is my turn to teach the class)


Next hair lessons...

Thursday, November 1, 2012

When Its Time To Thank God For Your Name in Lights...

Ever had a moment when you realized that you'd forgotten something important?

Ever had...

a flashback?
a memory?
a brief recollection of an incident that occurred YEARS ago?


Well, last night I had one of those moments... again

My hubby had given the children "glow sticks"
turned off all of the lights in our home
and I was providing the lovely sound effects

Then just as we were enjoying a "family/ pre-bedtime/ glow-in-the-dark light show" it happened...

The glow stick split open
sending my daughter into panic mode
as glow juice dripped onto her clothes and skin.

"Is it poison, Is it POISON!?" she asked hysterically.

(Hmmm?  Good question, bad timing... I thought to myself)

"Go wash it off and change clothes" I instructed her,
and as she headed upstairs what I said next shocked even me. 

"Don't worry, it's not poison.  I accidently swallowed some of that stuff one time when I was about your age.  I'm still here."

and I had forgotten about that incident until I heard the words actually leaving my mouth 

which left me to wonder

How many other amazing things have I forgotten? 
How many other moments of gratitude and grace have I let slip away?
How many other times have I forgotten to say "Thank you"?

And so...

for this and all of those other times I may have forgotten
or not known to say it... 

"Thank You, Jesus!" 

You are awesome and I am so grateful for the opportunity to be

enjoying
laughing
sitting

here

with (half) my name in lights!