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Curvaceous Me

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Never have I perceived myself as desirably curvaceous. My hair begs to differ.

Anyone that has known me for any length of time will assure you that hair does not come any straighter than mine. In the past I have felt my head is one overgrown cowlick. But now, with no justifiable reason, my hair decided to make waves. In all the wrong places. That won’t go away.  

Me and my hair seldom see eye to eye. I was one of those in high school that slept in curlers—only to have my hair droop pitifully by first hour.  I determined to accept my fate of straightness until recently. Now I battle these blasted strands that insist upon sticking out making themselves known. Every day in a different place.

My remedy was going to the hairdresser and having my hair cut shorter. It’s a temporary fix, because we all know it will grow back.

Can you relate to things that appear out of control?

Folks can easily become discontent with life. A haircut may become necessary. Or a home make-over, maybe a career change. It could be anything. The changes we make can be regrettable. Proceed with caution.

I wonder if our Creator in heaven gets as frustrated with some of my decisions.  The wrong frame of mind can lead to regret if the waves I’ve created put me in the wrong place.

The Good Book has something to say about hair—specifically gray hair.

“Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained by living a godly life.” Proverbs 16:31

Life could be less stressful if I accepted what He determined best for me. People are designed according to the Creator’s perfect specifications, only to find them trying to change things up. But I had not considered gray hair as a crown of glory. Some things call for rethinking.

The problem can lie in not realizing the Creator’s best is better than my best. Why settle for my best that is inferior with what is meant to prepare me for eternity. I can’t see as far into my future as our Creator.

Likely, there is a lesson to be learned here. I’m going to try and see eye to eye with Him, seeing how our Creator can see further than I can. Same with you?  

Ready To Go

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SparrowHope is in the air. The excitement is building.

People are daring to talk of what they will do when our lockdown is lifted. For many, going back to work is priority #1. They are ready to go.

Summer is coming though. Will people be able to afford vacations this year? Will any of us feel free as a bird again?

It brings to mind another kind of excitement our family experienced many years ago. We had purchased a used camper trailer but the concept was new to us. While we never camped before we were ready to go.

The trip started off with a bang. Literally. On his way home from work the evening before take-off, my husband Dave had a car accident. Fortunately it was minor and we were determined not to let that dampen our spirits.

We were headed to northern Michigan. The day was sunny and clear, so the windows were down to enjoy the mild weather wafting in.

Our spirits were high for this new adventure, until our daughter, Cindy let out a blood-curdling scream. It was unavoidable and we hit a sparrow with our rear view mirror. The poor thing was stopped cold mid-flight. Because we were still in motion, it entered the car through the back window and landed smack on Cindy’s lap.

Surprisingly, it only stunned the bird. We stopped and Dave placed it on the shoulder of the road to collect its equilibrium. That little guy had a story to tell its family in recounting the events of his day!

We arrived at our destination, Indian River for a week of relaxation. It is a beautiful campsite and we had a wonderful time…except for the nights.

I was very pregnant with our third child, who made her presence known whenever I laid still. Dave and I were sleeping on what campers call a queen-size bunk. If only it were. He got a taste of what pregnancy feels like as our little one kicked both of us through the night.

If memory serves me right that is the same time I went through withdrawal of iced tea. Loved it then, love it still. But at the time I felt like a human trampoline. This could not continue.

Kind of the same thoughts we have today concerning this COVID-19 lockdown. It just cannot go on. And it won’t.

Yes, 2020 is one for the memory books. Our Creator is well aware of what’s going on in our life. In fact, he even knew about that little sparrow. He wrote in his book.

“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart of the will of your father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”  Matthew 10:29-31 NIV Bible

I don’t know about you, but I have a whole lot more hair to count these days. Grasp hope, it’s there for our taking. Soon the hair shops will be open again.