Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Bad Hair Day?

1 Samuel 16: 23
“Whenever the spirit from God came upon Saul, David would take his harp and play. Then relief would come to Saul; he would feel better, and the evil spirit would leave him.”

My hair is naturally thick and wavy. It is unmanageable, unruly, and uhm, ugly? haha :> My husband’s vow to make me ‘more beautiful each day’ costs him P1.5K yearly for my rebonding. He says it’s worth his every cent compared to seeing (and hearing) me daily endure hours in blowdry. I couldn’t agree more. Added plus is the confidence to ramp anywhere (haha!), and talk to anyone without a speck of paranoia. But my Rapunzel story will always be tangled. The fairy’s wand works only with the hair, never the roots. In four or five months, the curls would start to show, and in eight, it’s again the full-grown, wind-wildly-blown old me. I’m on my sixth and yes, I’m home most of the time :>

Relief is partial removal of any discomfort. It aims to lessen, reduce, to momentarily pause, but never to completely treat or cure. Music has a way of doing that to the soul. It soothes the stressed, it calms our cries, it hides us awhile. Saul’s attendants thought it would do well for him to hear some harp music whenever he’s harassed by an evil spirit. And it did work. David’s skillful playing amazingly kicked out the tormentor… for a time. For it did come back in chapter 19.  The evil spirit’s foothold on Saul was because God’s Spirit left him.  No music can play alternate to the freedom forgiveness offers. Up until this time there was no remorse on Saul’s end. It may not revert his career path now, but restored relationship with God is his only key to a life of peace. There’s no other way.

How do we deal with our bad hair days? Should we continue fooling ourselves that giving in to our cravings could really heal our broken hearts? Will a full day of social networking able to fill in the void of being alone and empty? We may drink to our pains now but hangover will worsen it the next day. No amount of hair spells can rule out my insecurity. It is only by embracing the truth that I am God’s treasured masterpiece will I be able to live beautifully, and with grace. When we’re hurt, God’s offer is not some pain reliever or band-aids. He knows every root issue and He is the remedy. He is the only way.    
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Bad Hair Day?

1 Samuel 16: 23
“Whenever the spirit from God came upon Saul, David would take his harp and play. Then relief would come to Saul; he would feel better, and the evil spirit would leave him.”

My hair is naturally thick and wavy. It is unmanageable, unruly, and uhm, ugly? haha :> My husband’s vow to make me ‘more beautiful each day’ costs him P1.5K yearly for my rebonding. He says it’s worth his every cent compared to seeing (and hearing) me daily endure hours in blowdry. I couldn’t agree more. Added plus is the confidence to ramp anywhere (haha!), and talk to anyone without a speck of paranoia. But my Rapunzel story will always be tangled. The fairy’s wand works only with the hair, never the roots. In four or five months, the curls would start to show, and in eight, it’s again the full-grown, wind-wildly-blown old me. I’m on my sixth and yes, I’m home most of the time :>

Relief is partial removal of any discomfort. It aims to lessen, reduce, to momentarily pause, but never to completely treat or cure. Music has a way of doing that to the soul. It soothes the stressed, it calms our cries, it hides us awhile. Saul’s attendants thought it would do well for him to hear some harp music whenever he’s harassed by an evil spirit. And it did work. David’s skillful playing amazingly kicked out the tormentor… for a time. For it did come back in chapter 19.  The evil spirit’s foothold on Saul was because God’s Spirit left him.  No music can play alternate to the freedom forgiveness offers. Up until this time there was no remorse on Saul’s end. It may not revert his career path now, but restored relationship with God is his only key to a life of peace. There’s no other way.

How do we deal with our bad hair days? Should we continue fooling ourselves that giving in to our cravings could really heal our broken hearts? Will a full day of social networking able to fill in the void of being alone and empty? We may drink to our pains now but hangover will worsen it the next day. No amount of hair spells can rule out my insecurity. It is only by embracing the truth that I am God’s treasured masterpiece will I be able to live beautifully, and with grace. When we’re hurt, God’s offer is not some pain reliever or band-aids. He knows every root issue and He is the remedy. He is the only way.