Everyday I am amazed by the stories God is inviting me to look in on. Weeping with a client as I am trying to make them look good while cutting their hair can be tricky. But hey.....I feel privileged to be let in on this.
I let go of the life I had been clinging onto so tightly, as if it was what I was suppose to do and I found out I hadn't been living at all. I am past asking why it took me so long..... I'm finding Papa's timing is perfect.
I love where I am at and I am at peace. On average I see 10 clients a day. Everyone of them leads to a conversation. Since this transformation, it has become impossible to think of them as clients. They are friends. I can't think of anything I would rather be doing and unless Father suggests to me that he has something else for me to do and as long as he gives me the health to do it........I'm a Hairstylist. Tell me your stories, I have time to listen.