the sky heavy with
rain clouds. too much
the location: dallas, texas.
in the large home of jenni and david,
their darling one yr. old and dog, bailey.
we drove around, and simply saw a
hair salon. i ran in, asking if they could
do a little french braiding, and wash
my hair? it had been over a week.
10:30 a.m. on wednesday.
then, they called and asked
if thursday would fit instead?
yes. no problem.
a yearning in my soul.
passion. clean and pure.
to touch the world for Jesus.
jenni dropped me off.
i walked in and a lovely,
was waiting for me.
before she could put the
plastic cape around my neck,
she wanted to know what i did?
i hesitated. something about
writing that utterly intriques people.
everyone has a story to tell. and i
was weary. longing for anonymity.
not defining it in any specific terms,
i simply said i wrote to put bread on
i write, too.
you know, poems.
stuff like that. but i get
discouraged, and busy,
and never complete anything.
it's easy to do that.
now, we're at the sink.
she's shampooing me.
she knows how to do that
what do you write about?
tell me. i can't wait to hear.
my head back.
the sound of spraying water.
my eyes closed.
well, i write about Jesus.
of His vast love for each of
us. i write about my children.
about me. our struggles and
failures. our victories. and how God
weaves beauty through everything.
the slash of darkness that begins
to find a thread of sunlight woven through.
this beautician began to weep.
oh, ann, i can't believe you are here.
that i found you. you were to come
yesterday, and i wasn't here,
God did this!!
yes, maryann, this beautiful, majestic
God can put people together for all
His God-ordained reasons.
last night, my
husband left me.
for good. enraged for various
reasons. i was drinking. drunk.
we got into a big fight. now,
i'm responsible for this 6 mo. baby.
and, ann, i really love my husband.
i don't know if your husband
will come back or not. but God
uses experiences like these to
completely break us so we can be
pure. so we are bottomed out. purged
of our self-absorbed ways. so we
stop, and can hear Him when He
speaks to us.
a single mother. suddenly.
doesn't know how she'll survive.
i tipped her as much as i possibly
run into His arms, maryann.
they are never too short. we'll
run together. i know Jesus brought
me right to you. calling you. beckoning
you toward Himself. He must have a
serious calling on your life.
"generous love. God give grace!
huge in mercy. wipe out my bad record.
scrub away my guilt. soak out my sins
in your laundry. i know how bad i've been.
what you are after is truth
from the inside out.
enter me thus; conceive
a new, true life." psalm 52 The Message