Table and Hairs

I have Mood Hair. The blond streakies just weren't me. Mom had some hair thing that had a comb and wires and hair and strange stuff. I never could figure out how to wear it for real, and I don't know if it ever came out in the light of day, but it is my new color. [If you have been to Mom's, this hung out in the middle of the sinks in her bathroom.] I brought it today and asked Gina to match this. [She said I was the first person to bring hair to match.] It is more brownish red with some blond highlights. It is closer to how I normally think of my hair. In the past few months, I have been black, brown, blond and now reddish brown. You would think my hair would just be so mad it would just fall out at this point.

Now for the table side of this. I have finally cleaned off the kitchen table. It has been covered with cards and thank you notes for Mom, plus Zach's graduation announcements. Every time I looked at all the stuff on this table, I broke out in hives. We haven't eaten at our dinner table in several months.

Bear with me now for a minute. On a side note, during Session, I asked that we bring the Communion Table back to the front of the church. [After the fact, I called it a rant.] It has been pushed to the side under the pulpit. I really have spent some time in thought and prayer over why this was so important to me. I ended up reading "Invitation to Christ" from the PCUSA site. They talked about churches that have the Communion Table so cluttered with other things or is away from view, that the purpose of this table gets forgotten. To come back to my dinner table, if the table is cluttered, you are not using it for it's original purpose: to be a place where you can come together as a family and eat and share. And to take it a step more, when you are hungry, you know that when you sit here, you will be in a place of love and will be fed.

To bring this to me, if I am cluttered, I am not being used for my original purpose. And I have been cluttered with grief, anger, and doubts.