Goldie Locks

Today, I was thinking about hair. To be more specific, I was thinking about my hair, the hair on my head and how long it was getting.

Weird, I know, but that’s what I was doing.

Anyways, I thought it looked pretty and I wondered the last time it had been this long.

The answer was, really freaking long, like 3 years long.

My hair and I have a complicated relationship.

I go through a time where I want it to be really long. I try to grow it out,  but then I get impatient and chop it all off. It looks super cute and messy and I love it, until I don’t and then I try to grow it out. I do it all. I buy special shampoo, I take vitamins and I avoid the hairdresser like it's the plague of 21st century. It gets old really, really fast and so I cut it again.

This happens two to three times a year.

Right now I’m doing pretty well, I’ve almost caved a few times. However, this time has been different, I haven’t cut it in almost a year.

Rest assured, the point of this blog is not my ability to refrain from cutting my hair. As I was brushing it I thought about my current situation.

This has been one of the most difficult semesters of my life. I’ve been really sad and dissatisfied for no reason and it’s pretty much sucked. I would pray and wonder what God was doing and why I was feeling so down. It’s hard, feeling low and not understanding why. However, I knew God and I knew he was faithful. So, maybe just maybe, if I was patient then my situation would turn around.

I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Then, I waited some more.

And FINALLY… nope, still waiting.

It got really hard and similar to my hair I wished I could just stop the long, grueling process. I wish I could just go straight to the hairdresser and get a cute messy lob.

And I almost did. But, I knew that the cute, messy, new hairstyle would get old.

It’d be the same in life. If I gave up on developing myself as a person it’d be satisfying for a while, but it would slowly start to hurt again and I’d go back to the dissatisfied way I was living.

So, I stuck with it. Today, November 5th, the joy came back.

I was driving to church, alone. I was upset that I didn’t have someone to go with, but God reminded me that he was right there in my passenger seat, hanging out with me. He was my date. I wasn’t alone. He was there, all that time that I was sad and having a hard time, he just wanted me to acknowledge him and understand his presence was enough.

Today, it really was.

I stepped into church and started crying immediately. His presence filled my heart to overflowing and He said, “JOY IS HERE!” In all capital letters, just like that and I loved it.

So, don’t cut your hair, just don’t.

(I thought I posted this... I guess I didn’t... lol woops)