Bad hair day

The moment I stepped out of the parlor, I knew something was amiss. I had my hair done because I was one of my best friend's bridesmaids and the wedding was in a few hours. To my horror, I felt my hairdo unraveling.

Trying not to panic, I showed the problem to my younger sister, which, on retrospect, was like consulting a lawyer for possible appendicitis. My sister carefully evaluated the emergency with the intensity of a chess grand master, added some clips, tried something with more hairspray and, after weighing the whole situation, proclaimed that it was hopeless. I screamed, slammed doors, threw clips around, and thought about shaving my head for the wedding.

Thankfully, my other sister arrived and transformed the disaster into something more presentable, and offered this piece of wisdom: "Your hair is fine. Forget about it and do your job for your friend. She's counting on you." On cue, I stopped looking at my reflection and got ready to leave.

I am ashamed to think that I almost let a superficial thing distract me from a more significant event. The cares of this world are nothing compared to some of the real biggies: Commitment, responsibility and friendship. Anna dG Help me put things into perspective, Lord. 2Corinthians 12:1-10 Psalm 34:8-9, 10-11, 12-13 Matthew 6:24-34