Recently I had a run in with a gentleman with whom we used to attend church. He and I had an additional thread in common besides the house of worship. That is, a love for photography. So naturally the conversation turned to his latest gigs and triumphs in the industry, of which I was super stoked to hear about, when an unfamiliar woman came and perched herself alongside him. She began staring at me with great intensity, and what felt like a hint of disdain.
I figured she was a new girlfriend that might have mistakenly assumed I was an old flame. Being cognizant of her presumption, I quickly threw my husband’s name in mix of the conversation.
To which she responded, “Is _____ your husband?”
To which I retorted, “Yes, yes he is!”
In an attempt to ease her mind even more, I began telling him about my recent heart problems, while continuing to mention my husband and children somewhere in between my recent setbacks.
I’ve been her. I know how it feels to have run-ins with my love’s past interests, (although he was not one of mine). While we realize ‘everyone has a past,’ nobody ever wants to actually encounter it in real life. It’s safe, so long as our loved one’s history stays suspended in that theoretical sense and not in actual live form – looking you dead in the eye.
Anyhow, my attempt to secure her stand with her man didn’t lessen her gaze upon me. As the conversation continued, my platonic friend was totally oblivious to her searing eyes – or my increasingly uncomfortable foot shuffling.
I finally mustered up an excuse to leave, when she spoke up again.
“You have beautiful hair!” She stated, completely throwing me a curve ball.
I didn’t believe her. I felt it was a ploy, and that when she got out of earshot, she would be immediately mocking my 1990’s Mariah Carey hair to my friend.
Terrible at hiding my emotions from my face, I mustered a thank you and almost snickered.
She sensed my seemingly inappropriate response and inquired, “What is it? Is it not real? Or is it not your natural hair?”
I laughed (sincerely), at the remark. “Oh, yes! It’s mine, it’s just that I’m self-conscious about it. That’s all.”
She seemed bewildered by my statement. She might have even mistakened my laugh for haughtiness, but it was just the opposite.
I went on to tell her about a childhood and adolescent riddled with jokes in the name of my hair’s sake.
She said, “Has nobody ever told you it was beautiful before? It is absolutely gorgeous!”
Sometimes I do not believe you. The adolescent inside won’t permit it.
Anyone who knows me can usually recognize me a mile way from my locks alone. They are big and pretentious.
I’ve considered covering my head altogether.
(But that topic will have to be saved for another blog post)
For now, I will leave you with this, in tying in with the topic of hair..
Luke 12:6- 7 NKJV
(6) Are not five sparrows sold for two copper coins? And not one of them is forgotten before God. (7) But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than sparrows.
Since God knows the hairs on my head, I’d say He’s had to get to know more about me than some others;)
And I’m thankful for every wirey, unruly strand of it, and most importantly that the conversation I got to have with an old friend and his new one – without any tension.