Anisa breathed a sigh of relief as she finally located a parking space close to the salon. She valued the time spent in this place. Here, she felt valued, wanted
and even loved. Of course, she knew she was just a paying customer, but given the way her life was crumbling around her ears, she appreciated the time out from
the issues reigning at her home.
Inside the salon, the place vibrated with more than just the usual chatter. Another regular customer was relating to the listeners her adventurous weekend. Not
that she had gone anywhere, or done anything, but her dead-quiet upscale neighbourhood had sprung to life with police vehicles blaring sirens, police men
with dogs, accompanied by an impressive display of force.
Well, it turned out that her neighbour apparently was dealing in drugs. She of course had suspected the crook all along. The chatty customer held count. This was
far more exciting than anything on television. She had always wondered how her neighbours could afford a large pool and a three-level house with all the
trimmings, given his job.
Anisa was losing interest in the story. Her mind focussed on her own matters. She ran her fingers through her once healthy head of hair. The strands were falling out. Maybe her hair-dresser could recommend a product to halt the loss. There was so much stress in her life that even her hair was showing the signs. It seemed that her whole world had shattered into tiny pieces.
Her grown children were not exactly sympathetic, even when she tried to explain the situation to them. No one understood the gravity of the matter. Her husband was still living in the house, though she wished he would leave completely. His stealing into the house at ungodly hours of the morning was being closely monitored by the neighbourhood gossip, who was always on the lookout for new material.
This was not the way Anisa had pictured her mature years. She hastily brushed away a tell-tale tear from her cheek and looked at the hairdresser who was coming her way.
“What is going on with your hair?”
“Girl, I am under some serious stress and my hair is showing it up.”
Her hairdresser smiled, “You know, God is adjusting your numbers right now.”
“What on earth do you mean?” Anisa questioned.
In response, her hairdresser handed her a copy of the Bible with its pages opened to some highlighted words.
“Read this,” she said, pointing to the bright yellow highlighted words.
Anisa read, “But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.” (Matthew 10:30)
“I never knew that was in the Bible,” Anisa said. “God is even concerned about my hair?”
Slowly a wonderful realisation dawned on Anisa. Her uncaring family members aside, there was a great and powerful God whose love and concern for her was
unquestionable.
Reflection
If you feel that your world is starting to crumble, or maybe it already has, be assured that God the Father cares for you, loves you and sent his Son to die for your sins.
If you wish to commit your life to Him, say the following prayer:
Lord I thank you for caring for me and loving me. Forgive my sins and help me to live for you for the rest of my life.
Amen.
