As the dead ends of her golden blonde hair fell to the floor, I realized that cutting her hair meant more to her than a simple haircut. I've known her since she was born. A fun, energetic, head-strong ball of energy with an deep Texan accent and a heart for her daddy. I could tell you all kinds of funny stories and even try to spell some of the funny things she said with her accent, but instead I am going to tell you how her story moves me. How her life touches me.

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I should give her a name for the purpose of this post...but really, does it matter?

You see, as a young lady, my sweet friend made some really bad life decisions. It costed her everything...her friends, family, her future as a nurse, even her children. She believed the Lies whispered in her ear...

Today, I see her again. I see HER through those eyes. Sometimes I can see her as a little girl...sometimes a scared woman.

I see her through her Saviour's eyes as well...she is loved by GOD! She is His princess.

If only SHE saw that TRUTH.

As she stepped out of the car last night  she was bombarded with hugs from my children. They, too, know her story. They didn't judge. They just loved her.

"for I was hungry, and ye gave me to eat; I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink; I was a stranger, and ye took me in; naked, and ye clothed me; I was sick, and ye visited me; I was in prison, and ye came unto me. Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, WHEN saw we thee hungry, and fed thee? or athirst, and gave thee drink? And WHEN saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? And WHEN saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?  And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it unto one of these my brethren, even these least, ye did it unto me." Matthew 25:35-40

"When, Lord?"

When you cut the dead ends off the golden locks. When you cook dinner for the Mom down the street that is hurting. When you mow his yard. When you look them in the eye.

THAT is When..

Remember our servant King, Jesus? He washed his disciples feet. What a perfect visual, and one I'm sure they never forgot.

Who do you have a chance to LOVE today.  A haircut may not seem much to you, but to her...it was a little more.

I long to live as a servant. To be pliable before my Saviour. To go where he leads and to do as He asks.  Are you following the example Jesus left for us. Have you been HIS hands and feet lately.  I pray for more days to share His love in a tangible way. May others see Jesus...not the vessel.

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