Messy. Unruly. Tousled.
These three words are the three least cruel words I could pen to sufficiently label my hair in the mornings. I would, on no occasion, coin myself as your typical blissful, merry morning girl. Quite frankly, I wouldn't advise for you to engage in much conversation with me until I've had about 2 cups of coffee and 5 cups of Cinnabon creamer to go with it! To say that my hair reflects the posture of my heart on any given morning would be pretty accurate. I am in desperate need of grace each morning as soon as I turn the alarm off.
I stagger out of bed and stomp right into the bathroom. I can’t help but snicker to myself as I face the mirror. The girl peering back at me is shabby and drowsy and there’s mascara smudged on her face, and she’s in glasses that are a little crooked on most days. I go ahead & stick on a label for myself without hesitating. Messy.
I can't help but be reminded, there is beauty in the make up, the hairspray (lots of it!), the pretty frocks and the sparkle. But.. there is even more beauty in the messy hair and smudged mascara.
Recently, I feel like life has become very messy. It seems as if it resembles my thought process before I've had my coffee but yet it doesn't seem to unfog after the fourth cup. :) My days begin and end trying to understand why people make the choices they do or why circumstances play out in ways I never imagined. When I've had all I can take in the questioning I'm reminded it's all for nothing. The worrying does no good because we serve a heavenly Father who has it all already planned out for us. Isn't that what makes life so beautiful after all?
Walking with Jesus is beautiful. The ride is stunning.. the view is breathtaking.. the joy is unmatched. Following after Him is sweet.. but so messy. There are days where I am quite literally grasping the very last thread hanging from His garment.
But some days my hair is a mess and my heart actually compliments it pretty well. That's the exact moment He rushes in to the mess and sits with me. He whispers promises and grace into this weary girls' ear.
There is beauty in the put together. There's a sense of sheer sweetness in the good days- in the days where your hair is doing that thing you want it to do.. where your eyeliner is even & your lipstick is the perfect tint & your coffee tastes just right. But there is beauty in the cluttered. The days where you woke up too late to wash your hair. The days where you forgot your lipstick all together. Those days are the hard ones. The days where joy has to be sought after. The days where our faces hit the floor in need of Jesus by 8AM. The days that our knuckles are white from HOLDING ON.. those are the precious ones. When we seek Him, we FIND HIM. In the messy and in the pretty- SEEK. His sweetness fills in all of our gaps & our weakness- our good hair days and the days we grab a hat to cover it all up. He rushes into our mess and laces it with meaning. Seek, seek, SEEK.. and you will find.
XOXO,
The Girl In A Polo And Pearls
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