Persistent Prayer

I love fresh haircuts.  I love not having to spend too long washing my hair.  I love the breeze that I feel when my hair is short, especially during summer.  I especially like it when people tell me that they like how my hair looks.  Something about that makes me stand taller and hold my head up higher.

I had an experience like that yesterday.  I got a new haircut, and experienced all of the above results.  But when I had washed my hair this morning, I realized that I didn't have the kind of gel that made it look so nice yesterday.  This tiny problem led to an argument between my mom and I where I actually insulted her.

I won’t get into the details, but halfway through my insult, it was as if time slowed down and I asked myself what am I saying?  After the missile had left my lips, I felt so guilty that before my mom could even reply, I told her that I was sorry and that what I had said was wrong.  Although she tried to hide it, I could tell she was upset because she was acting as if she didn't hear it, while telling me that she didn't want to talk about hair anymore.

Hair: what a dumb thing to get in an argument about!  And an even dumber reason to dishonor my mom!

I went to the bathroom to get ready for work, and the whole time all I could do was pray to God that my mom would forgive me.  That she would understand that I wasn't trying to insult her.  That she would let it go.  That God would heal us.  I was alone, so I had plenty of time to pray, and my mom had plenty of space.

Finally, when I was almost ready, my mom told me through my door that she had packed a lunch for me.  I thanked her as respectfully as I could.  She then told me that she was sorry.  I told her that I was sorry.  I opened the door and we gave each other a big hug, both apologizing to each other.

This situation led me to a point where I had to rely on God, and through persistent prayer I got to see my relationship with my mom restored.

And it all started with a haircut.