I got a “blowout” done on my hair because it is too stinkin’ thick, and I don't want to mess with it. It is a pricey pleasure, so I asked my fantastic hairdresser (also conveniently named Theresa) what I should do to help take care of it. She told me (again) that I should make sure that I put a heat protectant on it before I straighten it. BTW, I always forget that part. But not today! I am going to do what Theresa (K) says!
These are the instructions on the bottle. What?? How much spray?
All over hair? More on ends or top? How many pumps? And go? Go WHERE? This overt lack of information started to raise my blood pressure.
I am a person who likes very specific instructions. This is where
my faith began. I had a set of instructions on what to do and
what not to do. Even, as my faith grew, I leaned heavy on the
classics like “pray,” “read your bible,” “go to church,” and “love
thy neighbor.” As I was talking to a friend this week, I said there
was NO JOKE a time in my life where I thought (early 20’s)
that I knew my faith in and out, and where would I go now?
If only I was as smart now as then.
How the much older and grayer Theresa of now would like to pull
her aside and say, “You have not seen anything yet….also don’t
try to dye your natural red hair on your own. Your bright
orange-ness
will be regretful.”
Now, there is nothing wrong with following those instructions.
In fact, as a Christian, you should be following them. I just
learned that there is so very much more to be had.
Instructions are good. They guide us and help us form the path.
The problem began when I was on the path just for being on the
path's sake. Because instructions say I am supposed to be on the
path. I simply walked with no passion or purpose. I just meandered
around.
Then I started to really take extra time to study the word and the
character of Jesus. I read Bible studies that began to challenge
and stretch me. I started to follow Col. 3:23 “Whatever you do,
work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men.”
Finally, I fell in love. I started a real honest to goodness
relationship with the God of Heaven and Earth. Some
people may flinch away from the wording, but unfortunately
the English language really doesn’t explain it when you find
the “reason for being.” The depth of commitment and passion
the Father has as He chased after us. What He sacrificed so
that us, His children, would not come to ruin.
Yeah, words can’t bring it to me.
My passion is now fueling my instructions. In fact, instructions
sound so “blah” now, and I consider it such a joy that I don’t
even think of it the same.
My desire to go after God is what is
fueling my passion to pursue.
Pursue daily and differently. I may be asked to help another
on their walk. I may give. I may study. I may read or write. I
am following my desire, the Highest God.
I offer no resolution or goal to myself other than to keep my
eyes on the prize. Some days will be really good (I picture
the beach in these ones), and others not so good. (insert
snow here.)
I will be moving forward.
For Matt 6: 19-21 tells us “don’t store up treasures here on
Earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them and
where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in
Heaven where moths and rust can’t destroy and thieves
so not break in and steal. Wherever your treasure is,
there the desires of your heart will be.”
I know where my desires lie.
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