Who's My Stylist?

Recently I saw a friend of mine who had a great new hairstyle. I complimented her on how good it looked,and how great she looked.

I had a vested interest in her new "do" as I had recommended my hairstylist to her, and believe you me I was relieved that she was most happy with her new look.

I have used this stylist for years. Let's call her Kayla. She is very good and I have led many women to her. There is now quite a "gaggle" of us Kayla girls.

Kayla is what one would call a "free spirit". Typical of girls in her profession, she always has the latest funky look. Sometimes her hair is green, other times pink. Often times it is spiky, and other times, well it's just the Kayla look.

She also sports many tattoo's and piercings. And she has an uncanny way of disappearing. It's not that she just changes shops, which she does regularly, but she sometimes completely falls off our radar screen.

If you want to see panic in action it would be us gals emailing "Kayla is gone again"! "Do you know where Kayla is?". Fear strikes our hearts when we think this time she is gone forever.

During one of her disappearing acts one of the Kayla girls literally hunted her down,calling every shop in the area , interviewing every one who had worked with her . Begging them to break their beauty shop code of silence; "thou shall not reveal what shop a hair stylist has moved to."

I once went nine months without Kayla, found a new stylist and settled in for the long haul. But then as always happens Kayla resurfaced and I went running back to her,thankful that she was found and back in my hair.

So what is this Kayla phenomena? She makes us look good and feel good. She gives the best haircuts. We leave feeling attractive, smart, chic. She is also a good listener, she is encouraging, and even though she strikes fear into our hearts when she disappears, we are always thrilled to have her back, forgiving her for what she has put us through. I will continue to lead women to her, although I now attach a warning label.

Recently I wondered, if I can lead so many women to a hair stylist why not to Christ? Why such a good witness for Kayla, but not a witness for Christ. Now you may be thinking this is a stretch, but is it really? I know that God is my creator, my designer,which makes Him my stylist. And when He makes incredible changes in my life, why wouldn't I share it with others.

REALITY CHECK: women ask me who does my hair because they see a change and they like what they see and they want it. In order to witness to other women, they have to see a change in me. And that change has to make them curious . But have they seen a change? Am I hiding it? Do I not wear it well? Am I acting the same on the outside, not revealing the change inside? Or perhaps they don't like what they see, a drastic new style that frightens them.

Why am I not wearing it well, why does it not show? Am I hesitant, fearful of rejection? Perhaps I am lazy, perhaps I am not confidant in discussing where I am in my walk with God. Perhaps I am judgemental and think "oh she wouldn't like it, she wouldn't want it. "

But for that one woman who may come to me and ask what has changed me. For that one woman who noticed my new look. I am so ready with my references and they would go like this:



My stylist is none other than God Himself. He cut out my sin through His grace of forgiveness, reshaped the old me into His image, and gave me this new look. Do you like it? God not only gave me this new look on the outside but also on the inside. He takes a personal interest in how I reflect his work so I am always His work in progress. God not only listens to me 24/7, but He also answers me through prayer. I never need an appointment to see God, He is with me always.He never disappoints me and God never disappears. And there is never a warning label attached to God.

"The God of our father"s has chosen you to know his will and to see the Righteous one...You will be his witness to all men of what you have seen and heard. And now what are you waiting for..." Acts 22:14-16 (NIV)

What am I waiting for?