The Curl, The cry and The Cross

Thanks so much and let’s keep this conversation going Let me take y'll back to those Easter mornings...when the straightening comb came out before the church shoes ever did.  I used to hate that hot comb--I'd sit there crying and thinking Ma was burning the back of my neck on purpose.  And if Ma didn't feel like dealing with us, she'd send us straight to Ms. Barbara--the neighborhood hairdresser with that little booster seat and even less patience.  She made sure ever single curl was tight and every kitchen was laid!But as much as I cried back then, I look back now and love those memories.  They taught us confidence, pride in how we showed up, and most of all-they showed us love.Do you remember those hot comb days? Did your mama or neighborhood hairdresser have you crying before church too? And now you look back...do you smile at those memories the same way I do?Support the showwww.creepin2preachin.combuzzsprout.comApple PodcastiHeartSocial Media:Facebook: Renee R White/Creepin2PreachinInstagram: movinginmotionYoutube