I was feeling pretty good about myself. Letting my hair go ‘natural’ was so empowering….until I looked in the mirror. Wow. That brownish clay/gray color didn’t seem to do anything but make me look older and feel even worse. But, I reminded myself that I was so….natural. Authentic. Real.
Thinking I just needed a different style, I decided to try a new hairdresser. And, that’s how I met Victoria.
“Victoria, what do you think about my hair?” I asked (thinking she would offer advice on the length or layers).
“It’s dull and boring”, she responded in the most matter of fact sort of way.
“But, Victoria” I cried, “It’s my natural color. Why would God allow a woman to become so dull and boring as she naturally grows older?” Her bright eyes widened and her face broke into the most joyful smile. “FOR ME!” she exclaimed! “For me! I love to color hair! It’s what I do! It’s who I am!”
And, I got it. Thank you, Victoria. You reminded me once again of all God’s wonderfully distributed gifts. I’m so glad you color hair. And, color me she did! I love my blonde highlights and I’m so glad He gave Victoria the passion of coloring hair!
“…but each man has his own gift from God. One has this gift and one the other.” 1 Corinthians 7:7