from the DOD 08-06-09

I just read the daily text reading for today which came from Mark 8:22-33: They came to Bethsaida. Some people brought a blind man to him and begged him to touch him. He took the blind man by the hand and led him out of the village; and when he had put saliva on his eyes and laid his hands on him, he asked him, "Can you see anything?" And the man looked up and said, "I can see people, but they look like trees, walking." Then Jesus laid his hands on his eyes again; and he looked intently and his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly. Then he sent him away to his home, saying, "Do not even go into the village."
One evening Mary was playing “Beauty Shop” and I was her customer. She was brushing my hair and exclaimed “Oh no!” I said “What is it?!” She said “You’re turning into a grandma!” She was referring to the gray roots of my hair. Even though I found this amusing, I was a little addled. I have a wonderful hairdresser but I apparently don’t schedule my appointments close enough together. I started having my hair colored in my late 20s when I spotted 2 or 3 gray strands and I do not intend to know what my true hair color is for at least 10 more years. I had to miss my last appointment for my color and cut and I am having a heck of a time trying to get worked in before my next appointment. Needless to say I’m starting to sport some “Grandma Hair”. Getting desperate I accomplished a first for me last night. I colored my own hair. I chose a color with a red tint and now it looks like I slaughtered a pig in my bathroom. I must have touched every surface with that junk on my hands. Even though I look kind of like Dennis Rodman’s sister, Mary and Lydia were polite and merely said “Uh…. It’s darker…”
It’s hard for me to see things about myself; including the fact that I am getting older. I realize that I am not old, but I am no longer what you would consider a “young adult”. I look back on my younger years and wish that I had seen myself more clearly. I hope that I have learned some things about myself that I have been able to change. I think I have. But I know that I have a lot more to see or be aware of so that I can be the Disciple that Christ has called me to be. I think it’s neat that the blind man in the passage saw walking trees at first. Jesus laid his hands on his eyes again and the man looked intently before he could see 20/20. I think that maybe Jesus will have to lay his hands on my eyes over and over. I’m just glad that he doesn’t seem to mind. But I still refuse to see my gray hair for now. –Peace and Grace, Rachel