written in the village, on November 5th
This morning, Juliana and Wellington were busy, so I poured milk and buttered homemade bread for Lorena and Isadora. As they started eating, I told them I would be right back to keep them company at the table. I had brushed my hair quickly before going to the kitchen to make coffee for everyone. But I still needed to put my hair into a bun, as I do every single day, because that is the best hairdo for a tropical climate. Not a big fan of sweaty hair on my neck all day.
When I told the girls I needed to go fix my hair quickly, Isadora said, “Okay, because you’re like Jesus.”
That seemed like an encouraging comment, since my heart’s desire is to truly be like Jesus. However, I had a sneaking suspicion that Isadora was talking about something else. So I responded, “That’s great! What do you mean?”
“It’s because your hair is all messy and you look like Jesus that way.”
Wonderful. The only thing missing was a beard and tunic. Guess I should have put my hair up before emerging from the bedroom. Having messy hair was definitely not what God was talking about when He said that we are to be conformed to the image of His Son. But it certainly made for a good morning laugh, and a story to share with all of you!