Foghorn Leg Hair

Tuesday after my massage and a quick look see at Anthropologie, I returned to the outside table and chairs at Life Time. I was feeling the need for a respite and a Diet Coke made the resting all the more refreshing. A slight breeze was gently blowing with the hint of less humidity that announces that maybe, just maybe, cooler weather is on the way. Ah, what a moment. But something little was disturbing my peace and rest. At first I thought it was a gnat or small fly buzzing around my ankles that was distracting me from this appointed rest. Man I swatted like mad at invisible bugs for a few minutes. I wondered if anyone looking out their window at that moment might think that some crazy lady was outside making all kinds of crazy gestures and whacking the heck out of an ankle. So of course I stopped to see if all my motions had done any good. The breeze welcomed me again and that annoying feeling of something moving just the slightest bit on my leg and ankle continued right along with the breeze. So I decided to investigate further. Could it be I was sitting near an ant bed? No, no...I'm allergic to ant bites and I'd be swollen up so fast one would think my 127 pounds had returned. And then I saw it. I saw what tormenting me... Now before revealing the culprit(s) I need to remind you oh gentle reader of my postmenopausal problem of not seeing well while saving my legs. Mainly that is due to it being performed sans glasses. I have shared how sometimes my legs look like I have some kind of crop rotation going on with rows of smooth skin and right next to that smooth skin a fine, fine row crop of hair. I have also shared that when I played softball we would do side burn checks around the ankles in between games at tournaments when we were bored. Sometimes it is difficult to get to that pesky area behind the ankle bone near the Achilles tendon. If we found long leg hair there because one had not done their due diligence on hair removal, we would loudly proclaim ___________ has sideburns. I didn't have sideburns on Tuesday but just one long, lonely leg hair that looked more like a comb over. The breeze had that hair flying out in the wind just like an American flag totally unfurled and distinctly seen stars and stripes. Somebody needed to be singing, "Oh say can you see, that long leg hair on me!" I couldn't believe it! How long had I missed that one strand of hair? This hair must have had a two year growth span going. It seemed I felt like some kind of lesson was trying to get my attention. That if on a bright, sunny, breezy day, after a massage, totally relaxed and laid back, a leg hair got my attention...could it be the answer my friend was blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind. Oops, little shout out to Peter, Paul and Mary. Could I be as sensitive to knowing God's presence in my daily, ordinary life as I had been to that long, flowing leg hair flapping in the breeze? God knows the hair on my head, so surely that means He knows the very numbered hairs of my legs!
Luke 12:7
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.


What's flapping around in my life that is keeping me from the complete and total rest and peace that God has for me? I sat there a while contemplating this deep thought, being still and knowing He is God and to be truthful, thinking about the soon coming quick and swift chopping down of the comb over leg hair. I left with peace in my heart and the determination to get on to Target before out of school moms and kids hit the aisles. I shopped, checked out and pushed the cart out to the car. I had scored a primo parking place, front row! As I pushed my purchases out to said car, I noticed a guy kind of loitering and sauntering around the parking lot, but I soon took him off the radar because he was sauntering away from where I parked. Loaded the trunk and I was just about to tie the tops of two bags that had vitamin waters in them so they wouldn't roll around in the trunk on the drive home. I had this feeling on the inside of me that something was wrong... it was just like that little annoyance of beginning to swat at a bug that turned out to be the longest leg hair in the world. I looked up and that guy was making a beeline toward me. Suddenly I didn't care if vitamin waters would be rollin' on the river in my trunk, I closed the trunk and secured a firmer grip on my purse. I walked away from my car, which was locked and took the basket to the receptacle a few spaces down from my car. A woman was standing there and asked me, do you know what was about to happen to you? I said yes, I had an idea that the guy was going to grab my purse sitting there on the edge of the bumper while I loaded the car. She said I am going to watch you go back to your car and if anything happens I have my finger on speed dial for 911. I turned around, the guy had stopped in his tracks and when he knew I had seen him, he sauntered down another row, waiting for another opportunity. I flagged down the security officer and told him what happened. As I drove out of the parking lot and my heart was beating 90 to nothing, I knew that noticing leg hair had just been an opportunity to see if I am listening and aware of God's presence out and about in daily life.