She went over to the brand she wanted and turned away in teenage disgust and marched back to her mother. "It is soooo expensive!" she moaned. "It costs $20!" I think she really wanted to stomp her foot! I use the same brand for conditioner, so I wasn't surprised by the price tag.
Her mother said, "I can bring you some from the salon."
Unintelligible response from her daughter.
"Besides," the mother continued, "that kind is very hard."
"I like it hard!" the teen shot back.
As calmly as I've heard a parent of a teen respond, "But if it's too hard it makes your hair brittle. And if your hair is brittle that will cause breakage."
Teenage daughter humps off.
I decided that flaming red was not going to be my new hair color, so I left the aisle to continue my shopping. The conversation stuck in my head, and when I got back in the car I felt God speaking to me. I felt Him say that's what He says to me at times. I tell Him what I want or how I want it done, and He responds.
"But that way is hard."
"That's what I want!"
"If it is hard it will make you brittle."
"So!"
"Brittleness brings breakage."
"I still want it my way!"
"Okay, you can have it your way, but My way is soft. It makes you pliable. It brings you healing and comfort."
The sad thing is too often I don't listen and do it my way anyway! I want to come to a place where I hear Him say that my way is hard, and choose His way instead. I am a work in progress, and I hope that progress leads me to His place of softness, pliability, healing and comfort.
