I have been a Christian for over 25 years. I mucked up my life in a big way as a young adult so when Jesus captured my heart at age 23 yrs., He had one terrific mess to sort out. But He did sort it out and for the most part, I was happy to let Him. I didn't mind too much as I watched Him chip off the old ugly habits and replace them with new and improved. As the years have passed and I have grown in my Christianity, some patterns have become second nature to me. I know that every day I need to feast on God's word and spend time with Him in prayer. The more I surround myself with the things of God, the easier it is for me to stay out of the muck of this world.
So at 53 years of age, I am deeply saddened to admit that as far as I have come I haven't come very far. "Samson, move over!" this gray-haired old bird has tripped over her locks. In my wildest imagination, I could never have guessed that my hair would cause me to be mean spirited but it did. For years, I have had a love/hate relationship with my hair. My hair has always been thick with natural wave. As a teenager when the style was long straight hair, I spent many hours trying to style it into submission only to have the midwest humidity undo all of my effort. As a young mother, I cut it into a short bob. In the 80's, I wore a long curly mane. Eventually, I came to an understanding with my hair. I decided to just let it do whatever it wants and I will work around it. I get it styled the same way everytime, sometimes shorter, sometimes longer but the same basic style. My hair is a minor focus each day. I wash it. I comb it and for the unruly locks, I use hairspray or a quick roll with the curling iron. Some days, my hair makes me smile and some days, my hair makes me growl but it is what it is.
That is why I was caught off guard. I started my day with a quick shower, a comb through the hair and out the door. I had a drive in front of me so grooming was low priority. After about an hour on the road, I stopped at a McDonalds for coffee and a breakfast sandwich. The McDonalds was a little slow due to a special promotion. So I had a longer wait than anticipated but no hurry. As I stood in line, an older gentleman entered the McDonalds. He was quite a distinguished man and I would guess his age to fall in the late seventies or early eighties range. As I stood in line, I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned, the man said," I don't want you to think that I am hitting on you but you have the prettiest hair." I smiled and thanked him sincerely. It really warmed my heart. I walked out of the McDonalds with a little more of a lilt in my step.
What a nice man!
If I could have stopped my thoughts there, it would have been a kind deed well received. But my thoughts didn't stop there. The next thought,
I'm not hitting on you? I wouldn't have thought that he was hitting on me no matter how he said it. How sad that compliments have to be prefaced like that.
And then my funny bone kicked in. I began to chuckle at this eighty year old man hitting on me. If I could have stopped there, it would have been a little private joke and still harmless. The sin kicked in, when I began sharing the story. With each telling and each laugh, I dishonored this kind man who payed me a nice compliment.
I'm not proud of my actions. Thankfully, God has enough grace to cover it. And hopefully, I learned something and won't repeat the same mistake. But I have to tell you this sin brought me to tears. It hurts me to know that venom so easily pours from my heart and especially in response to a kind deed. I am glad that this ugliness rose to the surface, however, and I am grateful to the kind elderly man who set this discovery in motion. I have made a pledge to myself and I will share it with you. If anyone ever compliments me on my hair again, my response will be, " Thank you so much! Would you like to have it?"
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Darlene, you are too much. You sure made me laugh! I’ll bet that old fellow complimented you because of your beautiful Christian continence that made your hair radiant to someone so near their journey’s end. Now, how you related this event later on may have taken on another tell, but sounds like you got that straight. Personally, I think you da bomb! Much love…
A great lesson Darlene in how easily sin developes from within our human nature. If it makes you feel any better ... I probably would have ended up doing the same. Only ... my pride would have gone one step further and started to question whether I looked old enough to hit on by this kindly older gentlemen. ;)
That reminds me of one time I came out of the post office and a lady stopped me to ask where I get my hair done. I told her and she gushed about how cute my style was. I got in the car, where my son was waiting for me. Immediately, I told him about the compliment the lady had paid me. He threw me a disgusted look and said, "YOUR hair?" He proceeded to roll his eyes and look out the window.
Talk about ruining my moment! LOL
Thanks for sharing this, Darlene. It was great!
Thank you so much for making me laugh today. I used to have very thick hair and had problems making it do what I wanted it to do...often told others "my hair has a mind of it's own and does only what it wants to do"...As for the compliment from the older gentleman, perhaps he was just being honest and giving you a compliment. A kind word, a compliment can sometimes do wonders for a person listening.
Thanks again for sharing. GOD BLESS YOU