Pink Sponge Rollers...

When I was five I played with two best friends, Jenny and Janie. Both had no hair. When Janie was a baby a lamp fell into her crib and caught fire. Jenny had Alopecia. Both were so special to me. I had long, black straight hair, but I too wanted to wear a wig as they did.


On Saturday evenings my mother would roll my hair up in pink sponge curlers. Her idea was for me to go to church with curls, but they would only last about 10 minutes after the curlers were removed. Whisper: no matter how much of the Dippity Do she would use. One Saturday evening when the three of us got together, we all three were wearing pink curlers. The three of us just stood their laughing with each other.


Three children at some point feeling different, feeling left out. Amazing how those silly pink curlers taught me a wise lesson. Differences can be shared treasures in the wings of true friendship. So many times the cloud of difference or perception blind and control our thoughts and behaviors. When love shines through with "include and embrace", the cloud of "difference" disappears. YSIC Brown Eagle

1Cor13:4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. v7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.