Finding God In Strange Places

#2.  The Perfect Saturday – A salon trip and a reality check

PSALM 39

The bit I have grown to love about being a grown-up is the time I take to indulge myself with a trip to the salon. My hair is an afro and, although there’s nothing I love more than washing it myself, I love the feeling of someone else massaging my scalp. It helps me unwind and relax and daydream whilst the water pours over my kinky coils.

So a couple of weeks ago I checked in to Salon Services at Osu and Anita worked her magic on my hair whilst I wondered about if I could squeeze in time for a refill for my nails.

And as Anita washed, slathered on conditioner and I sat for 30 minutes waiting for the conditioner to do its thing, a line of scripture flashed through my mind.

LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.

It was said in a voice so soft and it slipped away so quickly I thought I was imagining it; that my mind was playing tricks on me.

After all, I was at the salon, getting my hair done and unwinding for the first time in a week – why was I quoting Scripture? And why that particular verse?

And then I stopped asking questions I wasn’t going to get an answers to and did a quick roll call of things I am grateful for:

  • How lucky I am to be here at this moment in time, getting a treat like this and getting it courtesy an arrangement between Salon Services and my company.
  • I’m healthy and eating properly for the first time in months and  I’m less stressed for the first time that week.
  • I’m in a happy place and I’m happy.

That day I was happy and three weeks later I was downcast because the sister of a friend had passed away.

Make me know the measure of my days.

FLEETING TIME

And that day I took a deep breath and did just that. I took stock and let myself fully enjoy the experience and many others that followed afterwards.

Because my time on earth is fleeting and when the day passes it will not pass this way again.

Four hours later I left the salon with fabulous hair and a heightened sense of my own mortality.

“LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.”

I found God during a routine trip to the salon; where have you found Him?

xx