In 2012, a counselor looked at me across a desk and said, “We can do nothing more for you.” Tears welled up and dejection set in. I told the counselor, “But, I have children and a career…” The dark shadows of seeing my mom struggle with substance and an adverse incident in the military had stolen my zest and optimism for the future. I hung up my nursing hat, went to beauty school, by the way of vocational rehab. As much as I enjoyed my experience there, the call for the medical profession tugged at my conscience. After receiving a financial blessing, I sought out the best team money could buy to get my life back. When I walked into the new counselor’s office, he said “What the **** you are doing cutting hair, let’s get your life back!”
Renewed and restored, I wanted to continue to serve others struggling with their path in life and returned to my calling. A calling on one’s life is without repentance -Romans 11:29 However if you need a haircut…I might know someone!