Indisputable Evidence

Posted on May 2, 2007
Filed Under Life, Love, Responsibility |

“I cut my hair!” my husband said as I walked through the door yesterday. “You did!” Embracing his, um, “new look,” Marc has recently cut his hair very, very close. Which means, consequently, he has to cut his hair very, very often. Sometimes he forgets . . . and I’m happy to remind him.

Looking at his newly clean head, I would have known that he cut it without him saying a thing to me about it. He looks cute, fresh, and sexy. This morning as I stepped on the scale, a lamentable but daily habit that usually leaves me discouraged rather than satisfied, I noticed a clump of short, black hairs next to my feet as I looked down at the escalated numbers. “I cut my hair,” I remember. Then as I took my morning shower and grabbed the bar of Dove I see those same short, black hairs embedded in the soap . . . “I cut my hair.” Yes. Yes you did. As evidenced all over our bathroom . . .

It made me think about the evidence I leave behind reflecting the kind of life I live. Is there a wake of broken hearts, broken relationships, anger, and confusion? God, I hope not. Or what about encouragement, friendships, future, and purpose? God, I hope so!

It’s not so much about what our mouths say - I cut my hair! It is so much about what our lives say - I know, I see it in the soap, on the counter-top, on the scale, on the tile, and off of your head . . . sweetie.