It was months in the waiting … five months, to be exact. I had waited so long that I thought I might just lose my mind! There were more bad days than good. Mornings were a time of fear, not sure what I might have to face, as dawn’s early morning light emerged. Variety was no longer the spice of my life, as I was limited by my weaknesses.
Finally, it was time for …
a haircut.
Last week, I got to sit and have what is dry, lifeless, dead
cut away, tossed to the floor, swept up and discarded in the trash.
I walked away feeling like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders.
The old was gone, and I felt like a new woman.
Ever wish you could have other dead weights lifted so easily? Other lifeless parts of your life, left on the floor, only to walk over them on the way out the door, about an hour later?
If only there was a ‘hairdresser’ for …
a downcast heart …
an empty bank account …
an unfulfilling job …
a child with learning challenges …
a marriage of strangers …
an illness or disease …
so that we could walk in, have whatever is ailing us trimmed, cut away, redesigned and walk out again feeling like a new creation, with a fresh start.
There are some who have tried the hairdresser method of getting the life equivalent of a new do. Maybe a divorce would cut away the marriage with split ends? Maybe a second, a third, a seventh glass of alcohol will give a new look to trying life circumstances? Maybe leaving your current job on the floor will give a fresh start?
Is the haircut method, of dealing with the dead stuff in life, the only option? the best option?
Obviously, no one option, for all, is any more appealing or beneficial than one haircut style for all. We were created as individuals, with different lives to live. Not only do we have different lives to live, but we also have the ability to make our own choices in how we will live our lives (and experience the blessings and curses that follow those choices).
All that we share, in regards to our lives, is that we were created to worship our Creator, fully reliant on Him.
It is in recognizing and living in a such a way that we are fully reliant on Him, that we can keep going through the dead, split ends of life …. and put our messy mop lives up into a ponytail … while we wait, in faith, for it to grow out.
The only way for a beautiful braid to be formed is by letting the hair grow … looking ahead, in faith, to the beauty that will come.
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