So, for a while I've been really great at maintaining my beautiful lengthy hair. Very proud, week after week I would blow dry my hair or just tie up my wet hair as is and off I go. Deep down in my heart I would wonder what it would feel like to wear my hair loose, in a frizz like I used too.
And I decided to cut it off and so I did. It's short, curly, and doesn't look very nice right now. Hahahaaa!! but I'm confident it will soon. Anyway, this is not what I want to write about. I want to ask a question? Do know who you really are, or are you just going along for the ride and trying to get the perfect answer?
So I've been looking up what the meaning of "quick fix" is - an easy remedy or solution, especially a temporary one which fails to address underlying problems. A definition clear as day and to be honest, if I don't go the extreme route like cutting my hair, I would be blaming other people who couldn't blow my hair when I wanted them to or I would definitely feel I'd be loosing my identity if I cut my hair all off. People, the struggle is so real at times.
The same with friendships when it ends and you don't get any answers from the person who ended it. The calls got less, the chatting got even lesser and it's confusing because you don't know what could've caused this amazing bond to just end. Why is it so hard to accept when this season is over? Mostly, you found something in this person that either made you stand out or you totally fabricated your identity in this relationship.
Here's the deal...when our identity is tied to circumstances we become extremely insecure because circumstances are unpredictable and ever changing.
Or we are sad because we never really had a present father in our lives. Based on my experiences with my dad not wanting me, I wondered what my heavenly Father’s attitude was toward me. After all, how could God just stand by and allow so much heartbreak into one little girl’s world?
It seemed every three years starting the year my dad left, there was some kind of awful tragedy that cast lingering, dark shadows into my life. Abuse. Divorce. Abandonment. Mental illness. The death of my sister. A devastating breakup. The cycle just kept going and going.
Even after I’d been a Christian for a long time and knew God loved me, I still had this nagging question about why the hard stuff had to be so painful. Was God really being good to me in this? I think C. S. Lewis said it best: “We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.
And it’s at this point where God just takes me to Romans 8:28: “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
I like that verse. And I think it helps shed some light on the reality that even if something doesn’t feel good, God can still work good from it. But verses 5 and 6 from this same chapter give me another layer of assurance:
Those who live according to the flesh have their minds set on what the flesh desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires. The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace.
Because we continue to attached ourselves to a thing or person, we allow uninvited scenarios into our thoughts and lives.
Because of circumstances, we choose the quick fix route instead of going through the process of becoming. For this reason, I cut my hair off knowing during this process of regrowth, I honest with myself that my hair looks like crap right now but, in 2 to 3 months time it will look amazing again all in it's natural form.
So, the process it is for me.
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