Showing posts with label Respect. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Respect. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Buzzing Trust

My husband placed a lot of trust into my hands. With our ever-shrinking budget, he opted not to spend the $18 for a haircut, but let me "give it a whirl" instead. Of course, my choice of words weren't that encouraging.
I've been cutting my own hair for years now, as I mostly trim my ends and bangs. I even cut it short myself one year, without the benefit of a beautician to make sure the back was even.
I can't say it was pretty, as I titled the picture "Stop with the scissors!" But for the most part, I haven't seen looks of utter shock or heard giggles behind me.
So Saturday I was all set to cut my husband's hair, scissors in hand. I walk into the bathroom and paused as he handed me this strange torture device I've seen him apply to his face from time-to-time. He uses it to trim his beard, but apparently it's what the barber uses to cut his hair, only using the scissors to add the finishing touches.
I have never - ever - used a buzz clipper. I didn't even know how to turn it on. Now, most common-sense people would have run screaming from the bathroom straight to the barber down the block. But my husband patiently showed me how to turn it on and use it. Then let me have a wack at his hair.
It's often said that a great deal of trust is placed in the hands of a barber or beautician, as your hairstyle is part of your image, what others will see of you and - sadly too often - how they will judge you.
My husband placed that trust in me, and I didn't even know how to use the tools. That says A LOT about the level of trust that he has in me - and the amount of love and respect for me that he holds in his heart.
For that I am truly grateful. :)
~ ESA

Images: Bottom from Kenny Jones Radio website. Top is mine.

Friday, August 21, 2009

The Choir (Choirii) (Story)

This is a story I was told long ago and has recently resurfaced. I've been asked to share:
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THE CHOIR (CHOIRII)

In a time before the fall, long before humans were ever created, was a time of God and His angels.

One day, God commanded the angels before the Throne to sing a song.
The angels gathered at once to obey His command.

However, one angel's heart wasn't into it, and did not put his/her full effort into the song.

After all,
(s)he believed, "it would not matter if I do not sing my best. For mine is just one small voice within the vast multitude."

The song started beautifully.

But since the angel's heart wasn't in the song, it wasn't as perfect as it should have been.

Notes were missed.

This wrecked havoc on the harmony, which in turn led to the ultimate collapse of the melody - it was a disaster.

God was furious!
He knew what happened and why.

He let forth a tremendous Wrath upon all the angels of the choir.

All parts of Heaven reverberated with the sound of His Rebuke!

And the very essence of Heaven shook with His Rage!

The angels suffered tremendously - especially the one who did not put his/her heart into the song.

There was a great multitude of "singed feathers" in Heaven that day.

And the cries of their loss echoed across all Creation...

From that point on (for a while at least) anything angels did to serve God was done with their whole heart and not half-hearted as the one angel had done.

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- ESA