I sit & look at other people wondering what's on their mind. I read a book if I've taken my NOOK. I read their mostly outdated magazines. It's just not a pleasant visit...the waiting and waiting.
For some time now when I visit Max who cuts my hair, I walk into his place with a feeling of coming home. That kind of feeling where you rest in your mind with calmness & peace. His choice of music is Christian...familiar songs of praise & worship.
Today was no exception.
As he was cutting my hair, a song came on Pandora, and he and I were singing along to ourselves. What joy of knowing that we worshiped together in song, quietly & independently in this moment of listening.
I had to capture a picture of us. He probably thinks I'm crazy.....but you know what.....I am crazy..... for Jesus.
AND.......he cuts my hair just like I like it!