One morning I was gripped by this question: Does forgiveness equal trust?
I tried to remember the circumstances when Jesus forgave. Was trust ever involved? I thought of how we are to be as innocent as doves and as wise as serpents.
I looked up forgiveness in my bible's concordance: "To pardon; show mercy to".
I looked up forgive in a Merriam Webster dictionary: "To give up resentment of or claim to requital".
I looked up pardon: "The excusing of an offense without exacting penalty".
I looked up trust: "Assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone or something. One in which confidence is placed."
I imagined forgiveness. Free from the hunger for retribution, one shakes the dust off of their shoes and moves on.
A sigh of relief - I don't have to trust to forgive. A concerned pause – It is more difficult to forgive those I distrust.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Afro!
My standard method of wash/blow dry/flat iron-curl was producing an every day is a shaggy dog bad hair day. I had to add another layer of heat (wash/blow dry/press/curl) to get my hair to look halfway decent. Another layer of heat, another hour of work on my hair.
Snip snip!
I had been growing out my relaxer for a while, planning to cut it out in March as a birthday gift to myself. But the threat of more work to get the coif presentable sped up my timeline.
I had this look ~ four years ago. When I last took my driver's license picture. When I went to Hawaii twice, for two different weddings. When I was pummeled by a wave while body surfing and spent at least 4 hours washing the sand out of my hair, coming to an intimate understanding of why my mother gave me a mild relaxer when I was in preschool, a child who couldn't say 'no' to the sandbox.
I've gotten many more compliments than I expected, a pleasant, though sometimes interesting surprise. One person thought I had gotten a perm; it didn't occur to them that I my hair was not naturally straight, bless their heart.
So here I am, hair au naturel once again.
Snip snip!
I had been growing out my relaxer for a while, planning to cut it out in March as a birthday gift to myself. But the threat of more work to get the coif presentable sped up my timeline.
I had this look ~ four years ago. When I last took my driver's license picture. When I went to Hawaii twice, for two different weddings. When I was pummeled by a wave while body surfing and spent at least 4 hours washing the sand out of my hair, coming to an intimate understanding of why my mother gave me a mild relaxer when I was in preschool, a child who couldn't say 'no' to the sandbox.
I've gotten many more compliments than I expected, a pleasant, though sometimes interesting surprise. One person thought I had gotten a perm; it didn't occur to them that I my hair was not naturally straight, bless their heart.
So here I am, hair au naturel once again.
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