I went to get my haircut. I’ve been encouraging my Barbour in her relationship with God over the last few years. We chatted for a bit but I noticed that she wasn’t her normal cheerful self. Finally I discovered that her brother died. Between tears, conversation, prayers, and I believe God given consolation – 2 hours latter my hair was cut. We were graced with this time without interruption. Getting a hair cut can be a place for God’s love to grow in our hearts. Whenever God’s love grows in our hearts – the ministry of the Holy Spirit is there.