Today did not start out a good day. Since having my head slammed on a floor and later into a wall, I have been waking most mornings with horrible headaches, which I am prone to, just not every morning. I really did not want to get up and go to church. Between the headache and depression, my preference was to pull the covers over my head and wake up in time for church next week.
I am living with a friend for now, for my safety, and she was dressed up and ready to go. Grumbling I decided to hop in the shower and try to throw myself together. I am glad I went as the pastor taught on 2 Cor 1:1-11 with verses 3-5 being the key to this project:
3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, 4 who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. 5 For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also abounds through Christ. NKJV
After the great message, the pastor came up to me and gently took my hand, reminding me that he feels inadequate to speak to my pain and to remember that God’s word is true.
Upon returning home I decided to color my hair figuring that might help me feel better at least with regards to my appearance. My friend L decided to join me and so we had a mini salon in her kitchen and that made the experience fun. I am pleased to say that I like the color. I was fearing things could get worse.
Then I read that women who are raped often change their appearance. Hmmm. This makes three times for me so far. When you feel so ugly and disgusting, it is hard to be happy with any look. Thankfully this one I like and it helped the haircut that I hated.
