I know it’s time for a hair cut about two weeks after I trim my bangs. When my bangs block my vision, I take matters into my own hands, and trim away. My hair stylist, Vince notices and really enjoys, um I mean, endures this about me.
Recently I heard words flow out of my mouth that I haven’t spoken in a very long time. “After all I do for you…” Blech. I don’t like it when Crazy Mom comes back for a visit.
I know when these words pop out of my mouth, it’s time for a trim. This time it’s not my bangs, but my schedule. When I’m laying the guilt out on my kids, as if they planned my or our family schedule, I know it’s time for a trim from the schedule.
I love the trimming visual found in John 15:1-3 (Message), “I am the Real Vine and my Father is the Farmer. He cuts off every branch of me that doesn’t bear grapes. And every branch that is grape-bearing he prunes back so it will bear even more. In the same way that a branch can’t bear grapes by itself but only by being joined to the vine, you can’t bear fruit unless you are joined with me.”
The Father mentioned here is God. God prunes back even the good branches to help cultivate a great harvest. I am committed to the on-going process of trimming and pruning so that I can cooperate with having a great life. When I hear the crispy-burned-out-grumpalina-Momsurface, I know it’s yet again time for another trim.
When my schedule blocks the vision that God has for my life, which includes talking kindly to my kids, I know it’s time to take matters in my own hands, and trim away.
When life gets hairy and ragged, it’s time for a trim.
Is it time for a trim in your place too? Where can you trim to have the life that you long to live?
**Steph can be found blogging at www.encouragedinheart.org or on Facebook at Stephanie Fink or on her Facebook page Encouraged in Heart – Stephanie Fink. She loves big hair, big cups of coffee and big bear hugs.