I have watched David Fink not less than two times just this past week remove my hair from his hairbrush. He just did it. No dramatic exhale. No, “ya know this drives me crazy” or, “you only have five other hairbrushes to choose from, step away from mine!” Nope. None of that.
I like his brush because it quickly detangles my sopping wet hair….smoothly and quickly. My arsenal of brushes are for volume because me and “my people” like our luscious locks big!
This whole grace business has been a hairy experience for me. I’ve had grace since the day I said, “yes” to Jesus, I just didn’t receive His free gift. I kept denying it, because I reasoned, I’m just not good enough. Which is still true, but it’s STILL mine (and yours!) to have. Now, I see grace in the most tangible of ways, even in a hairbrush, and at times, it buckles my knees and blurs vision from flowing tears.
The more I comprehend the vastness of His Grace, the more that I wonder “why” did it take me so long to receive this free gift. The more I see, and experience, the more I’m challenged to reciprocate just a slice of the gift back that I’ve received.
Just today, as a receptionist and I were disconnected, I chose to give grace and believe it was an accident.
Truthfully, I believe it was a test to see if I’d loose my mind because I’d been on hold for only ELEVEN minutes. (Yes, sadly that is light years in my world.)
Grace multiplies and never divides.
Got grace? If you know Jesus, you’ve got it, you just need to live in it! If you don’t, consider Jesus today, you’ll never regret it.
Thank you God for gifting me Dave. And Dave, thank you for showing me grace in the most tender of ways. (And, you can borrow any of my brushes any time you want!) ![]()
















































































































































































































The concept of a husband owning a hairbrush is hilarious to me! What a beautiful visual though. I too am blessed to be married to a grace-filled man. So, what happened with the receptionist? Did you call back? Did you get through? Oh, the suspense!
I did always imagine Bob to be more of a “pic” kinda hair styler anyway (he, he!)! So I waited until after lunch to call back (low sugar level mixed with low patience equals the makings of a psycho Steph). Shot a quick prayer up called back, and piece of cake – appointment made – no problemo!
AWWW. with us, it’s who left the light on or toilet flushing. thanks for reminding me about grace. let us be the grace dispensers God made us to be! love!!