I have absolutely loved doing the 37 days of kindness we started together a while back.
I would count the days but that would require more brain power than I'm capable of right now. And I have to save that power to wash my hair today and throw a birthday party and take one of my favorite friends out tonight for a girl's night.
Speaking of washing my hair, I must tell you thank you for all your shampoo suggestions.
I am like most you. I like cheap. I like Target. Or the Walmart. I don't discriminate. Just give me a good deal on something that will make the top of my head look like something other than a nice place to fry eggs.
Which is exactly what my hair starts to look like on day 3 of my little hair trick. And just because I know you have nothing else to do today than read my hair schedule, I will let you in on my secret.
Day 1: The major chore. Every hair must be washed because you can't go another day putting it off. Then every hair must be dried and flat ironed and sprayed and sprayed. Then a few out of sorts pieces must be snipped and apologies whispered to Amber.
Day 2: The semi chore. Only the bangs and the sides nearest my face must be washed. Every thing else gets pulled back into a pony tail and ignored. Until the drying and spraying and snipping process begins. This saves major time.
Day 3: Who cares. I might wash 12.9 strands that seem plain awful and let the rest fend for themselves. And with all my extra time I've saved I think of stuff.
Yesterday was a 12.9 strand day. Glory be, I love 12.9 strand washing days.
And during all my extra thinking of stuff time, I started to feel a little overwhelmed at all my friends facing big things. This friend. And this friend. And this friend, just to name a few. Really big things. Things that can rattle a girls heart and leave her needing some assurance and love.
So, I've decided for the next several days I'm going to stick a handful of cards in my purse and find moments to write notes of love and encouragement to my friends. While I wait in a line. Or wait for a child. Or wait for my appointment. Or wait for any reason at all.
Normally waiting feels like a waste of time to me but not this week. This week I will treasure the moments of hush in the rush. And I will love. And give. And think of. And pray for. And celebrate my Jesus who modeled for us what friendship should be.
Not bad for a girl with greasy hair, hunh?
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The winner from last week is Angela T. Ramsey... congrats!
Merry Christmas week dear friends.
I would count the days but that would require more brain power than I'm capable of right now. And I have to save that power to wash my hair today and throw a birthday party and take one of my favorite friends out tonight for a girl's night.
Speaking of washing my hair, I must tell you thank you for all your shampoo suggestions.
I am like most you. I like cheap. I like Target. Or the Walmart. I don't discriminate. Just give me a good deal on something that will make the top of my head look like something other than a nice place to fry eggs.
Which is exactly what my hair starts to look like on day 3 of my little hair trick. And just because I know you have nothing else to do today than read my hair schedule, I will let you in on my secret.
Day 1: The major chore. Every hair must be washed because you can't go another day putting it off. Then every hair must be dried and flat ironed and sprayed and sprayed. Then a few out of sorts pieces must be snipped and apologies whispered to Amber.
Day 2: The semi chore. Only the bangs and the sides nearest my face must be washed. Every thing else gets pulled back into a pony tail and ignored. Until the drying and spraying and snipping process begins. This saves major time.
Day 3: Who cares. I might wash 12.9 strands that seem plain awful and let the rest fend for themselves. And with all my extra time I've saved I think of stuff.
Yesterday was a 12.9 strand day. Glory be, I love 12.9 strand washing days.
And during all my extra thinking of stuff time, I started to feel a little overwhelmed at all my friends facing big things. This friend. And this friend. And this friend, just to name a few. Really big things. Things that can rattle a girls heart and leave her needing some assurance and love.
So, I've decided for the next several days I'm going to stick a handful of cards in my purse and find moments to write notes of love and encouragement to my friends. While I wait in a line. Or wait for a child. Or wait for my appointment. Or wait for any reason at all.
Normally waiting feels like a waste of time to me but not this week. This week I will treasure the moments of hush in the rush. And I will love. And give. And think of. And pray for. And celebrate my Jesus who modeled for us what friendship should be.
Not bad for a girl with greasy hair, hunh?
____________________________________________________________________
The winner from last week is Angela T. Ramsey... congrats!
Merry Christmas week dear friends.
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