When I arrived at Alicia’s doorstep, she met me with a ‘why
are you here’ look. I expected to color her hair, as planned, and enjoy some
girl talk.
“I guess you didn’t get
my text message or phone message,” she said.
Apparently, my dear friend Alicia had canceled our
appointment due to not feeling well. She assumed it best to remain quiet and
not meet with me.
Earlier that day, I had been outside raking leaves. Then I
rushed to get ready to go to lunch with my husband and our elderly friend. I ignored
my cell phone and missed Alicia’s messages.
“Well, you’re here!”
Alicia graciously hugged me. “It seems the Lord wants me to get my hair colored
today, anyway.”
Alicia took careful consideration that God’s plan was different
than hers. She accepted it in spite of her
physical and emotional struggles.
While I saturated Alicia’s hair with color, she skimmed over
what was upsetting her. I suggested we
pray because Alicia didn’t have the power to deal with her fears. I sensed this
was the reason God had me show up.
