“Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus.
A couple of weeks ago, I got a hair cut. I asked the hairdresser to take off at about eight inches of long layers in favor of a shoulder-length blunt cut.
This was a stupidly huge deal for me.
I really like having long hair, but every so often I get antsy for a change. In 2001, 2005, and again in 2009, I cut off my long tresses in favor of a bob slightly shorter than the one I have now. And then I pretty much hated my hair for the next two years as it grew back out.
Here’s the problem: The event that precipitated each of these drastic dos was a positive pregnancy test. Suddenly I was too sick and exhausted to deal with drying and styling long hair, so it had to go. And as the next nine months progressed—as I got rounder and rounder and my face got fuller and fuller (how I envy those women who get the “basketball belly” and stay relatively trim!)—I disliked my appearance more each day.
In this way, I’ve naturally associated short hair with puking and being 80 pounds overweight. (70-80 pounds per kid, Ladies, on my 5’1’’ frame. I am tremendously thankful for those babies, but I’m also thankful that our family is complete as far as I know.)
So, despite my itch to try a new hairstyle, I’ve been extremely hesitant to go for it. Spiritual clutter blocked my path to the hairdresser. Even my teen son was hugely opposed to the idea of a short-haired mom. “Don’t do it, Mom. Please. I’ve seen the pictures, and you don’t look as good with short hair.” Thanks, Buddy.
But as I considered yet another hot summer with long tresses, I finally went in for a slightly more conservative bob. I felt like Disney’s Mulan taking a sword and chopping it right across.
And it was freeing! Not because of the hair, but because I realized that taking this step didn’t make me nauseous 24/7, or chubby, or anything. It was just hair. (Even my son agreed: “Well, you didn’t get it way too short. Not way.”)
So what else am I resistant to doing for no good reason at all? What other opportunities am I saying “no” to before I give them real consideration?
Have you felt the nudge to do something lately, but been resistant? Whether it’s a nudge of the Holy Spirit or just a fun idea, there might be some real merit there. And God rarely tells us to stay comfortable right where we are… so what’s holding you back?
Take a risk… you just might find His reward.
Take the Challenge:
Clear out the spiritual clutter that’s blocking your path to something good, something worthwhile. Hold those resistant thoughts and emotions up into the light of Truth. Does your unwillingness make sense? Is the risk worth the reward? Take one action this week (or make one plan) to bring more joy into your summer.
And then tell me about it! I’d love to hear what you’re doing!
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