I hate getting my hair cut. It honestly ranks up there with going to the doctor. (I have social anxiety and these are two of the situations I have trouble with!) For the last few years I have had one of two friends cut my hair, but, since they are both in Broken Arrow, I had to find a new person. Going to a new hairdresser is nerve wracking. I usually spend the whole time on the way praying. Today was no different. I really needed my hair cut, but didn't know where to go, who I should have do it or how I should have it done. I care a lot about my hair for some reason. I don't wear makeup or do my nails most of the time, so my hair and clothes are really what "make" my look. And no matter how nice my clothes may look, if my hair is awful, I feel like I look awful.
I have needed a haircut for a few weeks. Today was finally the day and I had looked and looked online for a good hairstyle. I hadn't really made up my mind as to what I wanted, although I had some ideas. I really need something that is "wash and wear" but has the option to look cute if I want to do more with it. I printed out some ideas and headed to Supercuts. Of course, I prayed the whole way there. (I know God knows the number of hairs on my head, so I knew he would want them to look nice too. ;-)
Very soon after getting there, I started to feel better. I had a nice lady sitting next to me (a prison guard just getting off work) who talked to me a few times and the one hairdresser that was there seemed very sweet and I liked her immediately. After watching her interact with the prison guard, I liked her even more. When it was my turn, she had time to listen to all my needs, gave me ideas and eventually gave me a great haircut.
Today I am thankful that God answers even the silly prayers that others might consider vain. And thankful that I found a new hairdresser.