Curlz, Cuts by Us, & Other Connects
Part 2

(Me, Counselor Pal, and My Maria)

What percentage of scalp hair needs to turn gray
before hair consultants consider hair gray?

a. 75%
b. 80% or more
c. About 50%
d. 27.99%.

My beloved had his first gray strand at the tender age of 18. Decades later a full crown of gray settles on him. Aging locks enhance men's looks, through my fuzzy eyed perspective. But that perspective will soon change --as did my perspective on my few, gray locks.

"You're not gray," Susan, Curlz owner/ hair consultant assured me. Like any other military wife I'd met, she quickly rooted to wherever deployment sent her family. She was also quick to connect and quick to get down to others needs.

She needed my business; I needed to meet her. But in her tiny, non-franchised salon I again felt permission to breath as she sat face-to-face with me..

Over page flips of stylist books, we chatted. Finally she asked, "How fast does your hair grow? When's the last time you dyed it?"

Time for me is like counting to my special needs Buddy--not certain. A "humidity barometer," my hair frizzes, splits, and twirls whatever way it pleases until it grows too hideous to handle. I needed my beloved hubby to nudge me into this hair appointment, more a double-beloved nudge to another divine connect.

A counselor pal says, "A women's mind is like a pantry. Open it with a word or a phrase, and a memory comes off the shelf." Do you agree? When Sue and I talked, our pantries flew open to the same -labeled shelf: children with needs. From her came the encouragement I needed to hear about Vocational Rehab services in Georgia.

This morning I spoke with DDMR about Buddy. His case I'm told, awaits final approval for Georgia's version of a counselor and funds, funds dried up three months into the state fiscal year. Time to join the global panic?

Pension funds shrivel, stocks dive 37 percent, small business and big businesses have every reason to cringe as customers cocoon. Gray hairs, gray days happen. We turn to self-help books and life coaches or consultants for advice. Yet you and I have to do all the work or thinking. Mantras and rules from self-help bestselling personalities can't erase the gloom nor can they pacify in the panic.

Midnight found me seated on my sofa, seemingly alone, in a panic about the future. From the bestseller of all time I caught one word: PRAY. Realities didn't change. Reasons for panic didn't vanish. Peace cradled me as I talked and listened . . . not alone, but face-to-face with the Counselor deployed for me, quick to listen, quick to reconnect, and quick to serve my real needs at the right time.

Are you trying to get yourself out of a panic? Need counseling? Crease your knees right now. Have it out with the best Counselor, sent for you, quick to listen, reconnect, and meet your true needs, unhurried in eternity's timing.