All of the best ideas on which I’ve ever acted have begun with my resistance.
- The first time my husband asked me out, I said, “No.”
- When I felt the Lord leading me to be a hairstylist, I whined about it.
- When Brian wanted to start a family, I pushed back.
I could go on and on. One eyebrow is raised in constant suspicion of every blessing, from restaurant recommendations to dental appointments to human relationships.
So when Brian said that I ought to look into leasing the vacant shell of Bristles and Shears, my hair home from 2005-2014, I scrunched my nose and came up with a respectable list of reasons why I had no desire to pursue it.
“No. I’ve moved on. I feel like it would seem like I’m clinging to the past,” I explained while Googling salons for sale in our county.
So quite without my blessing or my knowledge, Brian went over to the Belfort Furniture shopping center on Shaw Road, found the office, and asked what it would take to lease the salon space. By the grace of God, I actually listened to him a little when he came home and thought, “Hmm. Well, maybe we could make it work.”
That was eight months ago, people. That was November 2017. After much deliberation, council, some miracles, and a few attempts to unintentionally obstruct the process on my part, TODAY I SIGNED THE LEASE. Like… three hours ago. And I’m so, so grateful. I look forward to growing my salon family and hopefully blessing the community with our presence.
Before we can move in, we have a couple – please pray that it’s not more than a couple – months of renovation to do. Tile is missing from the (stained) floors, plumbing needs to be moved, electrical needs to be relocated, and a whole host of other items on the agenda so that the Glass Door Salon can keep its charm, culture and priorities intact.
But we’re doing this, friends. And I’m not scared a bit. Welcome to our journey!