Have you ever left the hair salon with a swanky new haircut only to get home and not know how to style it?
I think this happened to me this week.
And this is only because yesterday my husband referred to my hair as “big and fuzzy.” It occurred to me at this very exact point that I definitely wasn’t pulling it off. He wasn’t being critical, or nasty, but simply making an honest statement. But it made me nearly blush in thinking I was doing something “new and hip” to myself when in all actuality I was just trying to mimic my old ways of styling my hair and applying it to my new haircut.
Long story short, supposedly I need to learn how to use a “straight iron.” But that’s besides the point.
The whole thing got me thinking about change and how change if not reckoned with can cause “conflict.”
My big fuzzy hair used to maybe be something I adorned but with the changing times I refused to not conform and use everyone else’s straight ways. I chose to wave! And wave I have since the early 90s.
Either way, the way my hair looks isn’t ever going to be as good as how I feel inside. And for me, I’ve decided that even with this new haircut I will continue to style it the best way I can giving that right now I am (sometimes) going to look big and fuzzy. God wants me to be myself. And that is all that truly matters at the end of the day. And frizzy or not, I am loved by my family. And that truly is my biggest blessing. And Amen to that!
“And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the wind blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock.” Matthew 7:25