My rainbow is brown

I showed up after an interview for a job at my wife’s work.  The day before I had a full beard.  But this day, however, I was clean shaven.

“You shaved your beard,” she said to me.

“Yeah.  I figured I better shave it before the interview to make a good impression.”

Her answer to this is seared into my memory forever…

“Don’t you think that if Jesus wanted you to have that job it wouldn’t have mattered,” she asked.

Ouch.  Talk about conviction.  It was like a dagger had been thrust into my heart.  I knew she was right.  I had tried to do this one on my own.  

Make a good impression… what was I thinking?

And just as the pain of the incision of conviction began to subside she added, “Well, I guess you’ll never know.”

Come on!  It was as if that knife was now drawn clear across my chest and all of who I was poured out.

And it felt good.  It was a holy operation.

I made a promise that day.  A covenant.  I told the Lord that I would grow my beard back and, as long as He took care of my family… I would never shave it.

He is faithful.  I still have a beard.  For now it is brown (well a little read mixed in).  And it is my rainbow… the sign of a covenant from God.  One day it will be gray.  But that is OK.

What are you willing to keep in your life to show who you belong to?

What itchy, scratchy, often out of controlled, constantly to be maintained thing in your life are you willing to say… “I’ll keep it Lord” to?

Give it to Him.  He will be faithful.

SDG