It happened again! I go in for a haircut; I explain what I want; I press my hands in and around my head showing the look I expect; I’ve drawn, I’ve shown pictures; It never works. I have very thick naturally curly hair. I am proud of my curls and constantly get compliments on my hair-no matter how much I weigh-I can count on my hair to get me through!
But it evidently is so much fun cutting my hair, I find myself trapped in the chair watching parts of me falling away. I so often get the chatty stylist; I chat back; in no time my hair is gone and I look like a Q-tip; shorn, shaved, exposed, I leave with a smile on my face, a hug and thanks for yet another sure knowledge that yes, it will grow back!
What is it about me that allows myself to be disfigured? Why do I smile and nod and gush over the end result that is not at all what I wanted? When will I learn how to ask and expect results I know work best for me? I am the one in charge-Aha-I guess that’s it; I am NOT in charge!
Each Q-tip hair cut disaster teaches me time and time again how powerless I am to the forces of life’s experiences; I cannot get results, expectations, or desires I so painstakingly plan; I am out there, ready to be shaved, shorn, exposed; nothing can prevent life from clipping away and scattering parts of me on the floor to be swept up and tossed unceremoniously.
Thank You, Dear Lord, that I do have a friend that stays by my side; loving me when I am at my best; adoring me when I am at my worst. You know the desires of my heart; You know living is not easy; You know I get caught up in the moment forgetting Your way is always the best way; You clip away at the undesirable; You trim off the excess; You offer a new style of living that may be uncomfortable at first; You never wave leaving me alone to walk out the door shaved, shorn, exposed.
Thank You, Dear Father. Bless You for taking the time to talk, chat, share Your Word with me. I am willing to be clipped. I understand results take time. I know my life is in Your Hands-Master Designer, Creator. I trust You; please keep Your loving hands hovered over and around me; I accept and anticipate a new style of living. Amen
For the Lord corrects those He loves, just as a father corrects a child in whom he delights. Proverbs 3:12 New Living Translation
Be Still, My Soul
Words: Katharina A. von Schlegel 1752
Translated from German to English by Jane L. Borthwick 1855
Music: Finlandia, Jean Sibelius 1899
Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.
Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness all He takes away.
Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last.
Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise
On earth, believing, to Thy Lord on high;
Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,
So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye.
Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine
Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.