I don't really want to go to church today. I'm dreading having to face lots of people's disappointment in me. 'What heinous sin have you committed?' I hear you gasp. Well I've once more shaved off my locks.
If people ask me why maybe I'll tell them that I get precious little time with my kids already, I don't want to spend a couple more hours away from them at a hairdresser. I tried just to trim it but I can't do that by myself so I ended up with the only hairdo I can do.
I partly go to church to worship and I don't imagine God gives a monkey's how hirsute I am. But I also go for the support I get from the community of attenders. Today I feel I want to sit alongside folk who will hold my hand whilst I cry at how sad it is that life can be snuffed out in seconds. I felt a bit cross with myself when I remembered I'd shaved my head and so might instead feel I have to spend my time defending my hair length. Then I realized I don't have to be cross with myself. I'm not responsible for how other people feel so they can feel what they need to. I know there will be love and acceptance, that's why I go, so I shall seek that out :-)
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