It's weird how a few inches of hair coming off can change a mood...or at least, my mood. I have to admit, I see where women get makeovers and I salivate! Please, Fairy Godmother (Oprah. Because when you get a makeover, defiantly go with the best!) make me over! New haircut, makeup, clothes, life! Me, me, me! But what I've come to really understand or what I've STARTED to understand is that, if I really, truly want to be made over, the person I really need to talk to about making that happen is me. God has given me a great gift. He has made me, me. I am the one who has sabotaged the best me I can be. When I listen in my quiet conversations with Him, He assures me, encourages me...I am starting to hear Him more clearly.
Like the words of Glinda The Good Witch to Dorothy at the end of The Wizard of Oz, "You've always had r it, my dear." So I continue to drink water, which has never been my beverage of choice...and use my feet to walk, more and more each day, even though exercise has not been a regular vocab word for me...watch what food I'm putting into my body...Because, before, I was treating myself like a garbage dump. But one day at time, I am slowly but surely, making myself over...my body, my mind, my spirit...because I deserve it! Man, what a difference a haircut makes!
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