So now, I keep it cut, and every now and then I will get lazy again or have an extended weekend or something and not shave (usually those are days I just forget). And without fail, at some point, He will do an, “Ahem” when I look in the mirror or restate that He still doesn’t like how it looks.
I don’t think there will ever be a time when that will not be funny to me. The fact that God cared that much to voice an opinion about whether I grew out the beard still makes me laugh. I also got to see how the ministry’s “target audience” would have seen me had I kept the thing on. However, I was (and still am) humbled and honored that He spoke to me as a friend…and a close one at that! So out of that short dialog, I got blessed…and He got my beard off to His liking.
Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking in the first place. I like my face just as it is.
But, hey, who knows? Maybe one day He will let me try again! Maybe when I’m 100…