I succumbed and asked Lisa to cut my hair short. Shorter than I have had in over four years. I was thinking how easy it would be to care for, how I would look more "Up-to-date" (groovy) and how I could make it funky with gel or wax. But now that I have done it, I am afraid - that I look like a man, or my mom, or just lots less feminine. I think I will like it in two weeks. Just call me Dan.
A sign that we have been in England a long time is that my children are now eating English peanut butter and liking it. English peanut butter is less smooth and sweet than say, Jiff, or even Walmart's Great Value brand. I used to either ask visitors from the US to bring us a big jar of Jiff or I bought some at Aldi's that was kind of close to the American kind. But now they are not even asking for American peanut butter, they are just eating the Sainsbury's store brand as if that is all they have ever known. Also, all of them drink their hot tea with milk. What's next?
Haggis? Steak and kidney pie? Black pudding?
Life in Betel means that there are seasons of people coming and people leaving. Lately, people are leaving the program for some sad reasons. One just said that she wanted the things of the world more than the things of God. One stole some money. Some just want to get high or drunk again. It is always hard when people leave. You laugh with them, you eat meals with them, you pray with them, and then one day, they just walk out the door. Most of the time, I don't get to say goodbye. That makes me sad. Our director wisely says that we must love the ones that are with us, the ones that God has given us for this moment.
My hair is still short. I'm going to go have a cup of tea.
3 comments:
Isn't that true about everyone...love them while you have them with you because you never know when they will be gone. I'm sorry your sad, and I'm sure you look fab with your new hair. Post a pic please!
I love reading your posts. It makes me feel like I am there talking to you, experiencing your life with you! Life does seem filled with a variety of ups and downs each bringing opportunities to love and to let others love you.
I love you friend and wish I could hug you. Receive my virtual hug.
Jen
Dana, my friend, you could NEVER be mistaken for a man. You carry yourself much too femininely.
But I might call you Dan anyway. Just because that made me laugh and I could hear your sense of humor in the midst of your sadness.
So Happy Lord's Day, Dan. Tell the fam hello.
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