The other morning we were turning the boats at San Quentin point, ready to start the next piece. Out of the blue Coach Rick said "Stacey, you always have the BEST hair of anyone out here!" Someone else piped up "yes, it looks like the hair of a nine year old boy!" And since I roll out of bed every morning, throw on my rowing trou and t shirt and RACE to the boathouse without every looking in a mirror, you can imagine what I look like!
Of course the whole team laughed, as I did. I like having the best hair.
I was thinking that that is sort of what God is like. God likes us and thinks we are the best no matter how we look, bed head or coiffed to perfection. I like that!
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