“Simply spray on damp hair and go”

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! 

“Simply spray on damp hair and go”

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.