Once upon a time yesterday, Amy wanted to get a haircut: nothing dramatic, just past time for a trim. She searched around on the internet, hoping to find a new “regular” place to go to often and get to know the people there. A salon was selected, an appointment was made, and she drove off in her non-magical car on an ordinary Saturday.
When Amy entered the salon, there were only two people there. Both of them were sitting at the receptionist desk, and looked confused about her presence. Upon informing them she did have an appointment, one of the women said, “Oh! She’s with me!” And thusly Amy met her stylist for the day: a skinny, pale, black-haired girl in black clothes with a nose ring. We’ll say her name was Evie (for privacy reasons).
Amy followed Evie to her station, and again, Amy noticed there weren’t any other people in the salon. Being a Saturday afternoon, it seemed a little out-of-the-ordinary. Evie began her work; Amy made her usual attempt at conversation. It was cordial and superficial at first. Eventually, Amy’s social awkwardness and curiosity took over, and she queried, “Is it normal for this place to be so empty on a Saturday afternoon?” Whatever locks had been on Evie’s conversation interests were suddenly disseminated, and she did not stop talking until the haircut was over.
Evie confided in Amy that the salon was closing the following week. She was particularly frustrated because she had just relocated to that area of town to be closer to work, even after discussing the move with her boss to make sure it was a good idea before relocating. Evie went on to tell Amy that her boyfriend had just broken up with her right after the move, and right after he started introducing her to people as his future wife.
In the past 3 months, this young woman’s life had been turned completely upside down. It was a story that started to sound more than a little familiar to Amy. Amy listened to all of Evie’s stories and tried to offer hope. After the haircut was over, Evie said, “Well, thanks for the therapy session!”
Amy doesn’t know why that particular salon with that particular hairdresser was chosen on that particular day. Amy doesn’t know if she’ll see her again, although it’s certainly possible. But Amy is hoping to meet her again and talk more about God, and Amy will be praying for her in the meantime.
In a time when I feel too small to make a difference in the world, I must remember that I have been placed here and now for a purpose. So whoever I come into contact with, I want them, at the very least, to have a glimpse of the light that is Jesus in me before we part ways. “So let’s not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up. Therefore, whenever we have the opportunity, we should do good to everyone—especially to those in the family of faith.” Galatians 6:9-10