Lately I've been getting my inspirations straight out of my life experiences. Today is no different.
Yesterday, I went and got my hair cut (after much prompting from my dad). My hair has a mind of its own and it grows bushy relatively quickly.
You'd think with having this much hair I'd be a seasoned expert at the hair salon, but I'm not. I have what feels like a hair cutting phobia. I'm not sure exactly why. I can only break it down to one thing... it disrupts my Saturday routine.
I like routine. Routine feels safe to me. Change feels like a big fiery knife being plunged into my chest. So, needless to say, I go with the better feeling. :)
I'm always happy when my hair is shorter and more manageable. I should have at least a good month before the tangles reappear. Tangles are like hair monsters that you have to fight daily to deal with.
Tangles kind of remind me of life. The longer you go without washing or dealing with it, the worse it gets. See the parallel? Maybe it's just me.
If you don't deal with life, the fiery dagger of change swoops in and reeks havoc on your plans. If you aren't washed clean every Sunday (at least) your life is just a mess if obstacles (tangles) during your week.
I know it's not a perfect analogy, but it works for me today.
So, keep the tangles out of your life and go to church today. Let the pastor's message uplift you and wash you clean. Oh, and if you haven't been in awhile, it may be time for a haircut of your own. :)
Many blessings to you.
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