Make a ch ch cha change....

So....I got Dreads....dreadlocks for you non hair people.  I call them my dreadies....yeah its not for everybody...but I am not everybody, now then am I?  My little brother, Jon, had dreads for a long time, and i LOVED them...always kinda wanted them but never grew my hair out enough to do it.  I do hair every day...and I love it that I do hair...I change my hair about 6 times majorly during the year.  So this is not such a big deal to me.  But, WOW, I guess people are a wee little shocked...My clients get it.  They know me and my ever changing cycle of hair issues.  My hair was LONG...supa long for me....and It wasn't me.  The color was fab and cut ah-mazing....but still....gosh...long hair on me, not so much.  So I went the dread route and loving it to pieces. But hmmmm i guess I figured since my family and clients know me, then every one else does too.  Wow...this is where I forget what its like to be 'different'....I was a little punk rocker in High School.  Thats where I found the passion for hair.  But I liked the looks, the confrontation of being different.  Now when I am pretty darn close to 40, i am taken back a little more.
My close group of girlies get it, because they get me.
My stomach was rolling the first day I went to church after I got my dreads.  I was so nervous.  I don't know why, its not like I was or planned on being paraded thru the sanctuary. And it was a different service time so my normal group of church goers wouldn't be sitting around or by me.  Regardless, I had tummy flies.
So we get in and I dodge thru the crowd, drop my 9 year old off and go to find our seats.  Lots of looks, grimaces and such.  I kind felt pretty bad.  But I am hear to praise and pray, not to combat the stink eye.  I guess people don't realize I am a child of God too.  I may have a couple tattoos and my nose pierced....now I have dreadies...but by golly I love God.  I am full of the Love of our Lord.  I spread it...He doesn't care how I look....why do you?
So my blog for you today...make some changes in yourself...about judging.  I am not the norm, and neither is the girl with died black hair, emo makeup and ear plugs.  Neither is the tattoo artist or the clothes shop clerk with rainbow colored hair.  If we all looked like each other...wouldn't you be bored?  It wouldn't be an interesting scene would it?  Maybe they praise our God, just like you.  Maybe they raise their hands in rejoice and obedience, just like you....  You judged them, thinking they weren't.  How do you think our Lord thinks of you?  Love the ones you think are unlovable.  Maybe they will see something in you that no one has ever shown to them.  A true Christ Like Heart.
Just saying...my two cents....
So back to my first service with my dreadies....As I sat, and the pastor asked us to turn around and greet someone you don't know....I did...smiled with the dimples I was blessed with, even at the ones who were a little...well shell shocked...then I noticed the women who kept looking over the shoulder at me....kind of trying not to stare, but did regardless...I smiled at her...she smiled back, and motioned to me to lean over to her.  I thought.."...well here we go...", ....Here she sat with her cute little brown bob, teased thru the crown, a trendy necklace dangling around her throat descending on the cutest sun dress and wrap.  She was probably mid to late 50's.  She beamed the hugest smile at me and said..."I really love your hair, it shows your personality"...and tapped my hand and turned away....and in that instance I looked at her and thought ...Now I am just doing what I assume everyone is doing to me...judging....Thank You God, for the lesson in Church....
That made me feel better...... a lot better....i even got sniffley....
 Love you all!...xoxo