March Twenty-first; Being the Difference and Creating Change

I’m sitting here waiting on it to warm up some outside. I have a project to finish.

Saturday I started the Spring  cleaning of my yard. Which I mentioned in an earlier write. I really want to try to finish that up before my son returns today from his trip out of town. He spent the weekend in Atlanta at the races. NASCAR is his real passion and I’m glad he has the ability to enjoy attending some of the races. The camper now making it possible to make a weekend out of most he attends. With the camper out of the way, I have room to clear away that pile of old wood.  I’m just not sure when he will pull in the drive so I’m watching the temperature as it slowly rises to a tolerable for me level. He has no idea I am working on this so it will be a surprise whether I finish or not, the fact I’ve started is enough to catch him unprepared.

Sunday I did another thing entirely. After letting it grow for so long, I asked my niece to cut my hair. While we were making changes, we added a bit of color. Cutting it first, because, well, why color hair that is going to be cut away? The length she cut away left quite the pile of hair in her floor. The cut looks good, but I may ask her to shape it just a little around my face, not sure yet. The coloring was the funny part. I wanted a dark burgundy(ish) color. She picked it out and I trusted her choice. At one point she said it appeared purple. She was worried that my hair was going to turn out purple, I thought that was hilarious even as she fretted over what I would think.

Being that we were at her house and not a salon washing the dye out in her sink was difficult. I ended up hanging my head over her bathtub trying to wash out the remaining stubborn spots that wanted to also mark my scalp. Finally completing that task, she dried my hair.

I had removed my contacts before going down as I knew the washing part would have water running into my eyes and I didn’t want to deal with the risk of losing contacts, the risk of pain from the water getting to our under my contacts or anything else. That being said, seeing the results wasn’t the most clear but good enough. I was disappointed, my hair wasn’t purple. My niece was still concerned I would be unhappy but I told her, and meant it, that my hair was fine. The color was fine. I am not a vain person. Yes, I would like to have a more youthful appearance, but I’m closing in on sixty-five, youthful looks left the station long ago.

Again, my son does not know I did this either. Surprise.

There are going to be times when we seek to make changes. Whether they are changes in our surroundings or in our appearance. We wanted better. We want different. The best change we can make, is in our spiritual life. To turn away from sinful lifestyles and seek to be Christlike. To move from being self centered to being concerned over our brothers. We are not the sun with life orbiting around us, we are children drawing close to the One who loves us. We should set aside earthly feelings of hate, anger, greed and others, to seek out compassion, encouragement, hope, love. We should seek to build and make better for all. When we seek to be different and help create a better difference for others, we build a better life for all involved in any way. Ripples extend a great distance, create those ripples.

out of here soon to finish this.

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