Where are you casting your vision? Are your eyes carefully watching your budget? Are they on your struggling marriage? Do your children consume your vision? Perhaps it’s some other challenge that has captured your mental picture.
From time to time, I cannot see beyond those things or my family. Other times, trivial things gain my attention—such as my hair! Oh, admit it. You’re way too consumed with your hair, too. It’s a girl thing. We want to look good and part of looking good is having fabulous hair, or at least a good hair day.
You may think I’m strange but when I have an event to do, I pray for good hair. Why—good hair makes me feel good. I figure if God can part the red sea, He can certainly part my hair in all the right places. So, I ask for good hair. Then, I blow the request by doing the unthinkable.
Since I had a very busy schedule this month, I decided to “save time” by putting a store bought color on my hair. The result… I looked like Elvira!! I’m not kidding! I was horrified. My daughter tried to console by saying “It’s not that bad. It reflects the Halloween season.”
Gee, thanks! I thought to myself as tears filled my eyes.
Immediately, I called my hairdresser to save the day. Instead of stripping the color, she added highlights to soften the hair around my face. It worked. I’ve experimented with highlights before and kind of like them. The most important part…I was able to do my event.
Sometimes, however, a girl never learns. Upon returning home and before my next conference, I took my son to get a haircut at one of those discount hair shops. Trying to make the most of my time, I asked if the girl if she could give me a TRIM. She did a nice job on my son’s hair so I knew the gal could cut hair. No problem, right?!
I was in the process of letting my hair grow. Not any more! Now I have so many layers I look like Pinky Tuscadero from TV show Happy Days.
My first response was… “How can I share about Jesus when I look like Pinky Tuscadero!” Again, I called my hairdresser who had to cut my hair even shorter! Then, she had the nerve to ask me if I planned to take my hair needs into my own hands again! I cleared my throat and answered “No” sheepishly.
I drove home singing… “Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen. Nobody knows my sorrow.”
It’s funny what can capture our attention. In Chicago, I spoke at a church with women who were once consumed by things such as drugs and prostitution. In Georgia, the women were consumed by pain. In Texas, women were consumed with doubt and identity issues. In North Carolina, they struggled with acceptance. You and I are no different. And yet, when we take our eyes off of ourselves and make God our only vision, things change. I witnessed this truth in each state as I ministered this month. Especially in Chicago.
These women were unmasked. They anticipated God’s intervention and He was faithful. The one thing that changed me was these women didn’t just know they needed God. They wanted Him and all He could do—all of His promises—all of His love—all of His life—all of His power, strength, hope, faith and peace. The Lord was their vision. May He be ours too.
To listen to the song, Be Thou My Vision, click here