Eyebrows

Hello Lifechangers,

I am busy getting ready for my trip to North Carolina. I notice my two eyebrows
are quickly connecting and forming one. I decide that is my queue to visit a beauty technician.
I arrive and I am approached and asked about my needs. I point to my eyebrows and the kind
technician quickly grabs my hand and leads me to a chair.

We begin to make small talk. She starts by asking if I am from Thailand. I assure her that I am not.
I explain that I am Mexican. She smiles and begins to try and convince me                                                           
that I may be from Thailand. I can not seem to convince her, so I try and change the subject.
I ask her where she is from and she begins to talk of her beloved China.

What vanity would have us do. She works on me what seems for hours. The
moment of truth, she hands me the mirror. I look into the mirror and see a few scraggly strands of hair,
where my eyebrows use to be. I politely say thank you and run towards the door.  
I am convinced that this technician was desperately trying to make me look a little more asian.

I am horrified that I will have to travel with a team of leaders and I have no eyebrow's!   
I call my daughter and ask for help learning to draw eyebrows on my face.
I explain how I was invited to speak at a large church in Amarillo and after that I will travel out of state.
She comes to my rescue and begins my eyebrow drawing lesson. She also makes me promise that
I will no longer visit this technician.

So it is Sunday morning and I have to present at Paramount Baptist. 
I begin to worry that someone will notice my eyebrow less face.
I enter the church and I am greeted with undeserved love and kindness.
I am escorted through the front of the stage and seated on the front row.
My face is covered in a light shade of red. I feel like all eyes are on my eyebrows or lack there of.

At the end of service I am introduced and I stand and share my heart.
I still can't shake the thought of the focus being on my eyebrows.
I am greeted and hugged by several people. I think I notice a young woman
tilting her head at my eyebrows.
I try and shake the thought but I can't. My vanity holds on tightly.

After the first service, I am escorted down stairs to meet a class he calls Special Adults.
I walk in and I am speechless. He ushers me to the front of the class.
I stand there motionless. I can not comprehend this atmosphere.
There is joy, love and excitement all in a single breath.
I am ready to sit on the floor and sob.
I tell myself I must refrain.

My escort begins to speak and everyone faces the front.
He tells these beautiful special needs adults of what we do for people in need.
They begin to clap and some begin to stand.
He begins to ask if they would please pray for this effort.
They begin to cheer and clap with such excitement.
I am touched beyond comprehension.

I want to exit because I can no longer hold back my tears. As I am leaving a woman calls
me over and I walk in her direction. She stands and reaches for me with such love such
innocent incomparable love. I hug her tight and she tells me I am pretty. She tells me thank you for helping
people in need. She assures me that she will pray for me.

I make it out to the hall and my escort begins to speak off how this class was started. I tell him
to please excuse me as I begin to sob. I am overwhelmed by such unconditional love.
My vanity is gone and I care of nothing more than coming through for my new friends.
They are helping us with prayer and together we will do away with poverty.

 

 

 

Life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful." 

 -- Annette Funicello