Today’s Truth
Teach me your way, Lord,
that I may rely on your faithfulness; give me an undivided heart, that I may
fear your name. (Psalm 86:11, NIV)
Friend to Friend
I had been out of town at an event.
Gone just one night. While I was away, my then eight-year-old daughter, Kennedy,
had spent the night at her girlfriend Catherine’s house. I came home to a
groundswell of enthusiasm.
“Mom! We have to go to Walmart to buy sponge
rollers! They are incredible! Last night, before we went to bed, Mrs. Robertson
rolled our hair in sponge rollers and when we woke up this morning our hair was
CURLY! Can you believe it? My hair was curly! We just have to get some!” my
flaxen-haired buttercup exclaimed.
My daughter is many wonderful things,
but patient is not one of them. So, the very next day we went to Walmart and got
us some. Fast forward to that evening. I gave her a few basic sponge roller
instructions: “After your shower, blow dry your hair to be mostly-dry.
Leave it just an itty bit damp and then I will come up to roll it. And in the
morning your hair will be bouncy and curly for school!”
“No, Mom! I know
how to do it. I watched Mrs. Robertson last night. I don’t need help.”
Right.
“Kennedy, it’s a bit tricky. There are a lot of important
little details that I can teach you, but I really think it would be best if you
let me roll your hair tonight so you can learn.”
“I can do it, Mom! I
want to do it myself,” the girl insisted.
(Yep. She’s mine.)
And
she rolled her hair . . . exactly as you would expect an
eight-year-old-sponge-roller-novice to roll her hair. It was a whack job. I knew
that the rising sun would not shine light on her finest hair morning, but I also
knew enough to bite my tongue for the sake of the lesson she would learn. With
an ache in my momma heart, I tucked her in and prayed for the best.
While
it was still dark, she shook me awake. BIG alligator tears falling. “Mom! It
didn’t work! My hair is a mess! Half the rollers fell out onto my pillow…
sniff… and I look horrible!”
More tears. Deep little-girl
sorrow dripped everywhere.
“Honey, I’m so sorry. It’s okay. Just go wash
your hair again and wear it straight for school today. We can try again tonight,
and I will help you this time.” I used my most consoling mom-voice . . . and
stuffed down the “I told you so” that wanted to slip out.
That night
after her shower, Kennedy blew her hair to mostly-dry and then handed me her
sponge rollers. As we sat on the edge of her pink comforter, I taught her some
sponge-roller basics. Section off your hair evenly. Begin at the crown of your
head and roll down. Tuck the ends under so they don't go funky on you. Give each
roller the same amount of tension and secure them close to your scalp so they
stay on while you sleep. Once her hair was rolled, she dozed off with tender
expectations of curly hair.
Morning brought the beauty she had hoped for!
I snapped a photo as she ate her cereal because it was a darling moment. A
little girl and her bouncy blonde curls and unstoppable smile. Good
times.
I wrote in my journal about the sponge roller ordeal once Kennedy
and the boys had gone to school, and I was struck by how stubborn she had been
that first night. She simply would not hand over the sponge rollers to me, even
though I had a lifetime of experience with the squishy beauty tools. Once she
surrendered them, however, lessons were learned and she began to understand the
proper way to accomplish her beauty goal.
As I wrote, the Lord whispered
to my heart. “You know, darling, you do this all the time with Me.”
And I
do.
I frequently and stubbornly insist on doing things on my own.
Without help from God. Without help from the One who is all wise, all knowing,
all powerful, all gracious, and fully able.
Perhaps you do too?
Oh
that we would hand over the sponge rollers to the Master Beautician and allow
Him to craft a work of radiance in and through us. I constantly pray as David
did. “Teach me your way, Lord, that I may rely on your faithfulness; give me an
undivided heart, that I may fear your name” (Psalm 86:11, NIV).
I
surrender!
Your way, Lord.
YOUR Way.
Not mine.
The last thing you and I want to do is be stubborn with God. I am learning
that the beauty of surrender is this: when I lay down my mess, my hands are then
free to pick up God’s rest.
Let’s Pray
Dear Lord,
Forgive me! I am so guilty
of taking matters into my own hands. I want You to lead. I need You to lead. I
need to want You to lead – so much more than I do. Teach me Your ways. Empower
me with Your Spirit and give me an undivided heart that I might follow tight to
Your Word and to Your will.
In Jesus’ Name,
Amen.
Now It’s Your Turn
I just love doing life with you!
If you accept the charge to hand over your sponge rollers to God, then CLICK HERE to visit my blog and let me
know! Tell me what’s stirring your heart, or simply say, “I want God’s way!” {PSSST… you really should come over to my blog because I posted
the picture I took of my daughter after her morning of sponge roller
glory!!}
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