A lesson on blind spots from a good hair day

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Today is a good hair day.

I was so convinced of this fact, that this morning I took a selfie to prove it. My bangs, which I recently cut and can sometimes be unruly, were sitting just how I wanted them to be.

I went to bed with wet hair last night, and woke up with a pretty crazy mop. But it the straightening iron and the wetting down to re-blowdry seemed to do just what I hoped it would. I was pretty pleased with myself. 

(You see where this is going, don't you?)

I went to a morning meeting, feeling professional and put together. I went to the Apple Store to get a long-time computer problem fixed, sure I looked cool enough to be in a hip place.

Then, on my way out of the mall, I got sidetracked by a sale rack at a store and ended up in the fitting room. At which point I finally caught a glimpse at the BACK of my head.

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This picture was taken after I got home, and had actually done a little bit to fix it. I promise you the back of my hair looked worse than this picture... the ENTIRE morning...

I was horrified. 

How did I forget to look at the back? Wouldn't that be an obvious place to check for potential bedhead?  

There was a time in my life when a revelation like this would have filled me with shame, regret, and possibly tears.

But today I laughed. 

I laughed because in all the work I have done, in therapy, in enneagram, and in prayer, I have learned some things. I have learned to be honest. I can face my mistakes and blindspots with the knowledge I am loved. I have also learned to give myself grace. I know there are idiosyncrasies about who I am and how I operate that will always be more obvious to other people than to myself, and that is ok. 

I laughed knowing this is true for all of us. I was blind to my bedhead. Someone else might be blind to the toilet paper on their shoe. Neither are better or worse. They are just things that are hard for us to see. 

I also laughed in gratitude for the people in my life who have the courage to point out the bedhead, and the grace to love me well in the midst of it. 

May we all learn to love ourselves and each other with honest grace. 



A Psalm for Our Cynicism

  Sometimes people read the Bible and feel it is distant, and obviously written by people more faithful and good and dedicated than most.


Sometimes I think that.


Until I read the Psalms. I love the way they smack me in the face with honesty.


Truly God is good to His people, Israel, to those with pure hearts. Though I know this is true, I almost lost my footing; yes, my steps were on slippery ground. You see, there was a time when I envied arrogant men and thought, “The wicked look pretty happy to me.” For they seem to live carefree lives, free of suffering; their bodies are strong and healthy. They don’t know trouble as we do; they are not plagued with problems as the rest of us are.


I read those words and take a deep breath. I am not alone.


Isn’t it comforting to know you are not the only one who has wondered whether it’s worth it? All this serving others and giving up your own comforts and being faithful and loving stuff that God asks of us?


Don’t you sometimes look at others and think, “Their life looks so much more fun than mine?”


Or, “Why do all the people who could care less about God seem to be the ones who make it to the top?”


Where is God in the midst of the way the world works?


What do when we feel that way? The Psalmist shows us through his example. It is the example the Psalms display over and over and over again.


No matter how ugly, how angry, how cynical, how doubtful, how envious, or how bitter, we can take our feelings to God.


They are better off in His hands than ours. 21 You see, my heart overflowed with bitterness and cynicism; I felt as if someone stabbed me in the back. 22 But I didn’t know the truth; I have been acting like a stupid animal toward You. 23 But look at this: You are still holding my right hand; You have been all along. 24 Even though I was angry and hard-hearted, You gave me good advice; when it’s all over, You will receive me into Your glory. 25 For all my wanting, I don’t have anyone but You in heaven. There is nothing on earth that I desire other than You. 26 I admit how broken I am in body and spirit, but God is my strength, and He will be mine forever.


God stays beside us on every moment of our journey, whether our actions or our hearts are pointed towards him or not.


We don’t have to hide our cynicism or melancholy. God loves us no matter how we feel about Him.


And maybe, just maybe, if we come to Him in honesty, He will soften our callous minds. And we will begin to see His goodness again.


28 But the closer I am to You, my God, the better because life with You is good. O Lord, the Eternal, You keep me safe— I will tell everyone what You have done.

 Psalm 73

*All Scripture passages are from The Voice translation. 


That was my reflection on Psalm 73. Link up with your own post below, anytime in the next week. Remember, it’s not about right answers, it’s just about engaging with the text. Please take a moment to read some other posts as well. And then join next week for posts on Psalm 74.

A Psalm for the hurting

Psalm 69

If you are hurting today, I want you to know that it’s okay.


Not that your situation is going to be okay. The reality is I don't know when that will happen for you. What I want you to know is that it is okay to have the feelings you are experiencing. And that doesn't change whether or not you are a Christian.


Belief and frustration, faith and anger, connection and loneliness. These are not mutually exclusive concepts.


Christians too often do a poor job of representing that to people in pain. We make you feel like you have to have it all together. We push you to jump to the happy ending, or to just have more faith.


I’m sorry.


When you are heartbroken, the last thing anyone should do is make you feel broken down. That is not the heart of God for you.


God says welcome.


Welcome as you are. Raw and bleeding. Sad and wondering.


Come to Him and express your heart.


Cry out in a blues song of anguish and longing and He will be Your audience.


If you cannot find your own, you can borrow some from Psalm 69.


Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in the miry depths, where there is no foothold. I have come into the deep waters; the floods engulf me. I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

-       Psalm 69:1-3


God wants to hear your honest cries. Come to Him. Come to His people. I hope we can welcome You the way I know He would.


I can promise I will try.


That was my reflection on Psalm 69. Link up with your own Psalm 69 post below. Read a few others, too, if you will. And come back next week with a post on Psalm 70.