A Quiet Faith

I went to get my hair cut today by my dear friend Wanda.  I met her 2 1/2 years ago when I walked into a salon here in town.  I had only lived here a few months and was still trying to find a hairdresser.  We chatted as she cut my hair and the subject of church came up, I told her that we were going to a local church, but that we didn’t really feel like it was where the Lord wanted us to be permanently.  She invited us to her church and I told her we would have to come and visit some time.  The next time I went back to the salon she was no longer working there, she had decided to work out of her home, so I lost touch with her for a few months.

Over the next few months two other people also invited us to the same church and we decided that the Lord was trying to tell us something, so we went to visit.  From the moment we walked in the door I knew we were home, I had not felt that way in a long time.  We began attending our church regularly and I looked for Wanda but didn’t see her.  A few weeks after our first visit I spotted her in the parking lot after church.  I called out to her and ran to thank her for inviting us.  She was surprised, but happy to see me.  We chatted for a few minutes and as I turned to go, she handed me her business card.  The next time I needed a haircut I called her, and that began our friendship.

Ours is not a typical friendship, we usually see each other at church and when I need a haircut.  We went to lunch once, and we would like to get together more often, but it doesn’t seem to happen like we wish it would.  We are of different generations, she is in her sixties and I am in my forties.  But I know without a doubt that God brought this dear lady into my life.  She is one of the most precious women God ever created. 

 Over the past couple of years she has touched my life in so many ways.  Her quiet faith has inspired me and caused me to examine my own faith.  She has experienced such loss in her life, but still she continues to walk out her faith and trust God, no matter what.  This to me speaks louder than any sermon ever could.  I see in her life that God has been faithful even though He allowed such sorrow.   She is quiet and unobtrusive, if you passed her in the grocery store you would probably walk by without really noticing her.   She is very humble and doesn’t like to draw attention to herself, but she inspires me more than even the most eloquent pastor.  I’m so thankful I can call her my friend!