my careless contagion

It's never too late to learn in God's schoolhouse. That's a good thing. What I'm learning now is hard stuff, but I never learned it along the way. If you fail to pass a test with God, He gives you chances to try again. I'm learning to trust. I'm learning to wait. That is where I am now. One of the important things about waiting is it creates assurance of a specific direction. Are you sure? No? Maybe you haven't waited long enough. God needs to know you'll follow through.  It is hard for me to do these things because of my background. I have a hard time trusting anyone, including myself. And God. Waiting goes against human nature and the flesh. But patience is a fruit of the spirit and is worth it. So, if anyone cares to pray for me, please do. I'm going through a hard time. I just have to be faithful. That's it. Please pray I do that. These things may be hard, but they are always worth it. I absolutely believe God has some really amazing blessing...

Men don't take care of themselves as well as women do. Maybe that's why we don't live as long as women. If you see a man who takes great care of his appearance, for example, we think he's vain. That may or may not be true; I don't know. All I knew as I was walking to the hair salon on Oct. 3 was I was in for a new experience. You see, my barber, Randy, moved his operation to another town 30-40 minutes away (depending on traffic). So, I was forced to either find another place to cut my hair or travel to see his grumpy ass. Let me tell you, the woman who cut my hair was much more agreeable than good ol' Randy.  Sometimes change is good. That's my point. Just because my barber moved away doesn't mean I have to be dismayed. I don't have to follow him, either. He's perhaps too John-Wayne disagreeable anyway. One time he asked me what I wanted, and I replied, "A regular haircut." "What's that?" he sputtered. Another time ...