This past Sunday the most amazing thing happened to me. I was in church listening to the band worship but instead of worshipping I was consumed with my own thoughts. 

The woman who was singing looked beautiful - hair fixed, make-up on. I’m certain she had showered in the last three days. All things that I…well…let’s just say my beauty ritual post-twins has been a bit less…eh…consistent. Anyway, I know this woman. Wonderful person. Has two toddlers at home and still looks great. You know where I’m going with this but what God did next was, well, it was just really cool. So then my eyes shift from her to the woman playing the piano - stylish, put-together. Now, don’t get me wrong, I wear Goodwill’s finest but I’m not exactly a fashion queen, never have been. But post-babies if it doesn’t clash and smells relatively unoffensive I call it good. And, of course, next my eyes go to me. Why can’t I look like that? I need to keep myself up better? My poor husband. If they can shower and put on make-up I should be able to too. Maybe I should start wearing more jewelry? Maybe that would help? I wonder where she get’s her hair done? Maybe if I dyed my hair??? You get the point. Now, God could have just answered me himself. Laid sweet thoughts on my heart. Brought tears to my eyes…but He did one better. 

He placed it on my heart to go to the restroom and look in the mirror. I started to argue. Surely, that can’t be the Holy Spirit prompting me? I mean, we’re right in the middle of worship? I should be well…worshiping. Then He brought to mind a time whenThen He called to mind another time the Holy Spirit had prompted me and it was no-doubt a God thing. So there I tromped all the way to the back of the church and out the door to the restroom. When I arrived I didn’t really know what to do so I stared in the mirror and started to fix my hair. Maybe I could make it look a little better. As I was about to leave a young girl, about ten, came out of one of the stalls and said, “You know, you look pretty even if your hair isn’t fixed.” As I started to thank her she went on, “And besides, God doesn’t see your hair anyway. He looks at your heart.” It started to bring tears to my eyes but I just told her that God had really used her that day to bless me.It was exactly what I needed to hear. She replied, “That’s what I do.” 

I walked back to my seat a little different. A little better. I knew I had heard the voice of God - straight from a 10 year old girl.