jesus is my everything

He even cuts my hair :)

no, my hair dresser's name isn't hay-zeus.
it's usually tiger, but sometimes william, not that he changes his name, but i just get my hair cut by whoever my mom wants.

but i really don't have any opinions on how i want my hair to look, unlike my brother who is mad picky about his haircuts, but me, i'm very eh! instead, before every haircut, and even during, i pray that jesus will give my hair dresser wisdom and be the one cutting my hair. i mean, it makes sense because we pray for our doctors to be filled with jesus and administer under His guidance, so why not hair dressers? after all, He created us and He above all people would know what looks best on our heads, what brings out the exact shade He's colored in our eyes, what complements the shape of our face He so carefully formed. it just makes so much sense. and sometimes, i close my eyes and imagine that i'm sitting in front of Jesus and He's lovingly considering each lock of hair that He's put on my head and it just makes me smile.

so yup, all this to say i got a haircut sunday night.