In the grand scheme of things it was small. But I just couldn't ignore it. I should have been paying attention to the amazing music, the pastor's sermon, even the sense of peace I felt just being in the sanctuary, but I just couldn't. No matter what I did I couldn't ignore or even put it out of my mind.
When I first saw it I was horrified and then the stark hilarity of it hit me. It is no secret to anyone who reads this blog that I am a person of routine. Without I tend to get lost and wander through the day. However, staring at me was glaring evidence of just how routine my life has become. All of a sudden I felt as though God was preaching His own sermon to me. "Break out of the routine, Deanna. I want you to take a few new paths. Explore a few new options. Consider some new opportunities."
If God can speak to Moses through a burning bush, then I don't find it at all weird that He can speak to me and get my attention through one extraordinarily long hair by my ankle that I had apparently been NOT shaving for several weeks.
I have no idea what God has in store for me and my future, but I am so glad that He holds it all in His hand.