This is a blog to honor my friend Kim, with whom I had an awesome chat last night. Kim is an entirely amazing person, nurse, mom, wife, COO & all around very groovy chick. We were chatting about a few ailments & she said something really insightful, “Sometimes healing hurts.” To which I immediately replied, “blech”. But she’s right.
Here’s the honest truth: without hair dye, I’m easily 60% grey. To keep the grey at bay, I need to get my hair dyed at least every 6weeks or I start to look like a skunk with my roots growing out. So my recent problem is that I haven’t been able to see my superhero hair stylist. As such, I tried to buy some time with a box of cheater dye from Walmart, which apparently had expired because my hair is now various shades of purple, red, brown and even some pink, depending on your angle of observation. All of these shades can be humorous to the observer, but not as funny to me
So here are my cheater lesson take aways:
- there’s no substitute for professional help – this includes letting the Holy Spirit be our Professional Help
- it’s healthy to admit mistakes and laugh at one’s self – valuable lessons in humility
- I’m far more sympathetic with other’s mistakes when I can’t disguise or hide my own shortcomings & failures
- cheating & shortcuts most often become expensive long cuts, so to speak
This morning, I read about Angelina Jolie’s medical update related to her ovaries and cancer. Given the history of cancer in her family, she seems to have made a well-informed decision. Kudos that she lives in a country with such sophisticated technology, medical facilities and modern thinking about women all combining to give her the power to be in a position to make such a choice.
In contrast, I’ve been following a situation in Afghanistan where a woman challenged an imam about his sales of amulets and how she was subsequently attacked, beaten, stamped on, run over by a car, killed and her body burned. There has been a large outcry in Afghanistan against such brutality against women and we’ll see if anything substantial changes for women in this country in the future, based on last week’s atrocities.
I find it interesting, as a woman, to live in a world at this time, with such extreme contrasts: a woman freely discussing what might be considered private body parts and a woman being treated worse than an animal for standing up for her convictions. Women have always played an interesting role throughout history and in the Bible, but no one has ever treated women with more dignity, grace and poise than Jesus. Check out my Jesus’ Chicks book for some really cool insights and opportunities to know Jesus more intimately
I don’t like asking for help, not at all. I’m very independent & entirely appreciate doing things in my own, full stop. So, if you’re like me, or know someone that specializes in being independent, this blog might be enlightening, maybe.
I’m better at waiting than in the past. I say this as I sit here, during a several day pause, recovering from some shoulder surgery – waiting. Waiting for my body to go through the wonderfully God-created healing process that includes waiting. So if you find yourself in a holding pattern, or waiting, here are a few tips that might be helpful:
Yesterday I had some work done on my shoulder to repair damage from a snowboarding accident & today I’m trying out the power of Vicodin. I’m not really a pain pill person & I could probably count on one hand how many Advil I take in any given year, so needless to say, this stuff is a brave new world. Combined with the Vicodin adventure, I just read a blog that seemed to be a little overdosed with metaphors (note to self: I’m very guilty of overdosing my blogs with metaphors).
This is my daughters cell phone. We bought it for her about 16months ago & it has survived the following calamities: being dropped down an elevator shaft, dropped in a street intersection, going through an entire cycle in the washing machine & other minor traumas. Surprisingly, it still works & she continues to happily text & talk on it even though it’s been kind of roughed up.