Since my perm, last week, I’ve been mostly wearing it in a pony tail, even though, when I wear it loose, my sweetheart calls me “Curly Sue”–with that look that makes me feel pretty.
I’ve set something in motion–in this case, my hair–and I’m a little disturbed about it. The hair fantasy that prompted a big outlay of cash and hours of smelly chemicals on my head does not match the reality of this frightening hair-shrub that won’t comb out. It’s like inviting a friend over and having a stranger show up and refuse to leave.
It’s like signing contracts to write books and then having to face, with totally irrational shock, the blank page; or launching a blog and being such a neurotic perfectionist that nothing gets posted for a whole month, even though I have a backlog of material waiting to go. Mmmhmm.
Note to self: Lady, those curls are not the only thing about your head that needs help.
Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. (Phillipians 4:7)
I was at Mass, this morning, and I realized that I am often tripped up by a spirit of fear, so I asked Jesus to cast it out. When I got home, I made a to-do list and I’m rolling through it, crossing things off, making progress–in spite of that funny, nervous feeling in my stomach.
I also made an appointment to have my hair styled, so I’ll have a clue what to do with it, going forward. It’s one thing to have curls, another to make them your own.
I hope your day is blessed with the grace to live your life in a spirit of freedom, and may the peace that surpasses all understanding be yours always in the Holy Name of Jesus Christ. +