Liz Benigno

a view from the porch

Stranger Lady

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I wish I were funner (Funner, by the way, isn't a word ~ the correct term is "more fun" which doesn't sound fun at all). The idea of wig shopping thrilled and delighted my 'funner' friends.  "Go blond" "How about a different color for everyday of the week?" "Curly" "Long" "Fuchsia" "Mohawk"  You name it and it was suggested to me to put on top of my head. "Take me and we'll have a blast picking out your new look!"  I didn't want to have a blast.  I just wanted to take my no-fun self to the wig shop and get it over with.   All the way to the wig shop I prayed.  I asked that it would be painless.  I asked that I wouldn't feel anxious.  I asked that there would be nice people there to help me.  I asked that I would leave looking like "me".  I asked that I wouldn't cry.  

The store was small and crammed full of options.  There were too many mirrors with too many wig dummy heads all peering down at me.  Gulp.  Don't cry.  I wandered aimlessly and thought about leaving more than once.  As I meandered to the back of the store I heard voices.  "Mom, why are you lookin' so grumpy?  The wig looks nice."  "Mom, smile." "Mom, try this one."  Mom, Mom, Mom.  I inched closer.  There in the the 'salon' section of the store was Stranger Lady with two exuberant, cheerful, fun daughters. She was being styled.  The hairdresser was cutting the wigs to fit her face and her face didn't want to be there.  The myna-birds would not stop talking.  It was their mission to spread joy and amusement and by golly they were going to do it.  I leaned over and said, "Now you know why I'm alone."  Stranger Lady looked up at me burst out laughing.  "Why are daughters so bossy?" she asked me with her (very sweet and well meaning) daughters looking on.  There she was.  The friend God had waiting for me.  Stranger Lady asked me to sit down.  She let me touch her wigs, she asked me questions about what I wanted (she didn't care one little bit if what I wanted was fun or not), she made her daughters dash around the store bringing us things for me to try on. Stranger Lady took very good care of me. We laughed and talked about the love of a good bossy daughter, and we laughed and talked about the love of Jesus.  

In another place and time Stranger Lady and I wouldn't have known each other.  We had nothing in common.  Except for the fact that we had everything in common.  

I am not sure what God's lesson plan for Stranger Lady was, but I think maybe the Lord wanted to remind her that she was valuable, important, needed.  My lesson plan was to trust in His provision.  He knew all along I wasn't going to be wig shopping alone.  Remember.... All the way to the wig shop I prayed.  I asked that it would be painless .  I asked that I wouldn't feel anxious.  I asked that there would be nice people there to help me.  I asked that I would leave looking like "me".  I asked that I wouldn't cry.  CHECK AND DONE

What lesson plan is God trying to teach you?  Where is He having you go, and who is He using to speak to you? 

...cast all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7