Since I don’t get my hair cut very often I can
justify going someplace nice. Not only
do I get a spiffy trim and a nice scalp massage, I can also get the same
stylist every time. Over the past four
years Carrie and I have gotten
to a point where when she asks what I want I can just say, “Whatever. I don’t
care. Just cut as the Spirit leads.” She wouldn’t do that at first, and trying
to tell her what I wanted lead to much stress and several terrible
haircuts.
But I kept going back, because I knew that in time
she’d trust I trusted her.
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| Even after this happened. |
