The Truth Hurts

Today is hair coloring day.  Every time I redo the roots I think, "Maybe this time they will grow back brown!"  Hmmm...eternal optimist?  Maybe.  Unfortunately, I believe my body has used up all of it's allotted hair pigment.

So when I color my hair at home I have an arsenal of tools.  My favorite is my tri-mirror medicine cabinet.  Without this tool the job would be nearly impossible.  The training I received in dental assisting has helped me to work backwards in the mirror!  The other tool is an old pair of glasses. I use these so that my new pair doesn't get stained. 

Today, I had a humbling realization. I have my old glasses on and am trying to send a text.  I can't see a thing. It's just blur.  I am like...what's the problem...and then it hits me.  Bifocals.  Ugh. These glasses don't have that helpful little tool. Really? 

The Truth Hurts.  It really can sometimes. It can a lot of times. And does.  What does it touch inside of me?  A belief I have hung onto for so long I thought it was truth? Do I really think I am still 18?  Is that such a bad thing?

I think I am on to something here.  Truth and the Lies it shatters.  And the humility it brings me to.

Humble yourself before the Lord, and He will lift you up. James 4:10
When I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Cor 12:10
The Lord hates haughtiness.  Prov 6:17

This is a deep subject.  One I will continue to explore.  

I like The Message version in 2 Corinthians.
My grace is enough; it's all you need. 
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.
Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my weakness...I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.  

I have experienced this. It is glorious.  For me, it takes an overabundance of concentration and complete emptying and most likely on my knees or laying prostrate before I can humbly hand it over. Admit my weakness. Quit trying to act like everything is OK. Give up handling it on my own. Accept the truth of not being in control or needing to be.  He's got this, He's got me and weakness is good.

Imperfect me right down to the "clear hair" and bi-focals.   And truth be told...I am behind on the bag a day challenge...

Blessings to you my friend, 
Amy