There are some people in our lives that have a way of rubbing us the wrong way. Please tell me that I am not the only one.
While this one person, just today, and in all places, at church felt it was her duty to make a point visually and verbally state that my hair was too short.
Actually, I was having a good hair day, so I thought. Nothing like being put down within five minutes of arriving a church.
The thought of just leaving as that took a bit to counteract the lack of self-confidence that I lack in at times and then to find a mirror or glass to view my head and apparent short hair to her.
I did not leave and continued to work the welcome desk, I pulled my little mirror out and I still thought it look nice.
What would possess her to do this to me? Holding her hand up in a scissor sign although I thought first it was holding her hand up as in a gun up to her head. Then asking her if all was okay and there it was, her comment making sure I knew of her dislike of my hair and the haircut. Stating it was too short for her liking and telling me so yet again. I could have made a comment but I just looked at her and gave her a real big shoulder shrug with facial expression of who cares. I was shocked I did that. 
I went on about my business and enjoyed the church service. Sitting there, I realized she was just a distraction to cause me to dwell on her negative comment. I saw it as it was, just that. I chose to not dwell but consider the source and brush it off. Realizing, consider the source.
Many months ago, we had a situation between us, which could be a whole other writing, but afterward she pulled me to the side to ask for forgiveness and then turned right around and accused me of something out of the blue and definitely incorrect. What? What is this woman’s deal? I realized that day that our ties were to be broken and today was just a reminder.
The old saying that still rings true… if you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything at all.
On the flip side, if you see something nice or pretty whether a person, thing, an act of kindness, etc., I encourage you to say so.
People are always open to heartfelt, honest compliments and need them. We all need them.
* Encouragement not Discouragement *
It was just interesting today how I could have dug a hole with her comment, leave church and not hear the sermon, which was awesome and encouraging because of her rude statement.
My counselor would have been so proud of how I bounced back. I was proud of myself.
There are some people that you avoid and sadly some are in the church. I’ve got her number but I will continue to go forward in my worship and serving the Lord and not allow her to be a distraction.
Whether it’s me or it’s you in such a situation, keep your eyes upon the Lord. Beware of the distractions.
He knows, He hears and He sees all.
While taking a break from studying since mid-terms, which I feel I did not do well on, I know myself well enough that my thoughts go downhill. I beat myself up and feel as though everything, everybody and life is against me. Whoa is me! I’m sure I am not the only one that hits this wall. It’s tormenting.
Today, in between cleaning and laundry, I would check out Pinterest, an enjoyable addiction I have. Different times, this one post would come before me. That is one to walk, if just for ten minutes. Of course, the rebellious, stubborn attitude within me, says NO! I don’t want to walk, I want to stay inside my four walls and avoid life outside. Isolation. Just having an adult hissy fit, for two days, feeling like a child. 
Another day. Usually, the next part of that is, another dollar. If only. For me today, it is another load in the washer as I catch up on the household cleaning due to this ingenious idea of mine to join a class weeks ago. Counting down, I have twelve days left. Well until I start the next phase, clinicals. Again, what was I thinking?
Sitting in the small class, it is a lot like I remember in high school. There’s always one that is above the others. When she handed in her test paper, my mind went there. I’m old enough to be her mother, all of them in fact. Still, the horror of high school and feeling that same pressure, I went down and went down fast. There were two questions, I totally knew the answers to but did not answer them correctly, for whatever reason. Panic. Others, too, but those two are rehearsed in my head causing me torment. Make them stop! 
Just Pondering... 