Haircut

Some time ago I went to get a haircut at my usual barber.  I had just had the worst kind of day ever, one that involved things not going well while my hair was in a state, I had left the house without using a comb, going to an important meeting because I thought I would have time to get a haircut before the meeting (that did not happen). Things from my past were just catching up with me, the wrong financial decisions, the wrong friend/ relationship choices made, I was also feeling stuck in the same job… there were just so many things all at once.

Anyways, when I got there, the guy asked me "what style would you like"? Now normally this is a no-brainer because it’s either brush or chiskop, but my hair was slightly longer than usual. I answered with a hopeless tone because I had a really tough and trying day. I answered and said "any style"...

The barber did not waste any time, he immediately started cutting my hair and I immediately started smiling (almost laughing) because that still voice inside me reminded me of something very important. "But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand." Isaiah 64:8. Because of the eyes’ position in the head, I only get glimpses of my head in a mirror from time to time, while my barber sees the whole picture. That haircut experience opened my eyes to a revelation that after all, I do have a maker, I am fearfully and wonderfully made by God who knows me inside and out and sees the bigger picture.

If we could just realise that our heavenly Father is the best barber, potter, doctor, lawyer, teacher, provider, deliverer, shepherd, confidant... then we would all go to Him not with the style or solution that we think is right, but with open arms and the confidence of knowing that He knows best and sees the bigger picture.

My Peace I Give You - Shalom