Stories

I have two stories from the bus4life; one of how God worked and the other is just a Story that needs to be shared haha. So the first story... I think we were back in chisnau and it was one of the days that I was insanely busy with haircuts and it was hot and gross outside. A man walks into the bus for a haircut and sits down. He smelled not so pleasant but I was used to that by now and blamed it on the hot weather. I put the cape on him and start to comb through his hair when he apologizes for not washing his hair. Well "No big deal" I think to myself.... Until I continue to look at his hair and find a huge bug crawling in his head. It was the nastiest, biggest bug I had ever seen in any persons hair. I just stopped for a minute and didn't know if I could do this haircut... His hair was so greasy and there was a big bug in it and his skin was flaky. I seriously took a good minute deciding if I would actually do this haircut. I took a deep breath, took the bug out with the comb ( and gave it to someone else to throw it out of the bus haha I was a bit squirmy), and quickly did the haircut. He told me to cut it however so I just gave him a trim. So after I finished and was so proud of myself for actually doing the haircut, he looked at it and wanted it shorter. Then he said, oh yeah just do a number 3. Haha that would have been great to start with. So only by God's strength, I did the haircut again and hopefully he got to hear a little about Jesus in the process :)

Story number two... We were in one of the villages with the bus and 3 sisters came in together to get haircuts. I did the 2 younger sisters. Haircuts, then the oldest came and sat down. She was maybe in her early thirties with pretty, long, dark blonde hair. She wanted some layers and just a trim. Ok easy....I thought. With every cut I took she would grab the mirror and watch my every move. She was very very picky and wanted every hair to lay perfectly. The haircut took about twice as long because she would want a milimeter cut of here and the layers a little shorter there. Finally, we got it to where she was satisfied with it haha. Then, she wanted it died black, so she went to the mini market and got some box color.... As this is the best we could do. So I sectioned her hair and mixed the color and of course she wanted to watch every little thing I did. At this point I was a little frustrated and just tired from the long day. I would apply a little color then she would turn her head to try to see it on her hair which would then get black hair color everywhere and make me pause so she could look. Meanwhile, while all this is happening, one of my team members pulled away one of the sisters into a room and shared her testimony with her and told her about Jesus and she ended up accepting Christ while I was coloring her sisters hair. So whenever I begin to think for one second that hair and what I'm doing isn't really that impactful, I think back to this story. God used the haircuts to bring these sisters to the bus to hear about him. They might have never heard about Jesus if it wasn't for the haircuts and the sister being picky on her haircut and making me take longer on her color because she wouldn't sit still. So even through a little thing like a haircut, God is using it to impact his kingdom and bring glory to him. I'm so glad to be serving a God that works through the little things and uses what little I have to bring people to him.