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.
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A hairstylist storyteller listener. Sounds good to me.
Don't you love how all the distinctions start breaking down? From this perspective I find it much easier to understand how people in the past who have tasted smething of God have veered over into the error of pantheism. He really is involved and holding everything together.
I am really loving where you're at too. I'm loving where I'm at as well. Even the blips on the radar are grist for the mill. How wonderful. God is the ultimate recycler (which is maybe where the error of reincarnation has come in ;)
I was reading through some new emails Paul has recieved from people that have read The Shack. I love reading these stories about how Father is doing such a work of healing in people's lives through a story.
Pretty cool eh?
Yeah I was reading those and enjoying them too. It is very cool. I especially liked the letter from my new hero, Richard Rohr :)
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