I was asked again the other day about this …
… the beard … my husband’s beard …
No, I do not like my husband’s beard.
I hate it, actually.
I hate the hair in our bathroom sink and on my pillow. I hate not being able to touch his clean-shaven face or his beautiful bald head. I hate that we spend more now on shampoo and hair product and beard oil/cream/andothercrap.
But I also love my husband’s beard for what it stands for.
It stands for chasing dreams and using talents and having courage.
My husband’s background/degree is in theater. And he basically left that behind after we got married and I asked to move back home to Missouri from California. He’s done some amazing things with students over the years as a director/teacher but not much with acting.
So he’s been growing the beard out for a couple of acting projects. And that means I absolutely love the beard (despite my eye rolling and sometimes complaining).
Dieter F. Uchtdorf said: “An acceptable sacrifice is when we give up something good for something of far greater worth.”
I sometimes forget that.
But that’s the beard and what it means. I’m giving up that beautiful bald head and clean-shaven face for something greater.
(And I’m praying the projects will be done by December … so that “fear the beard” will be replaced by “bald is beautiful” once again).