A sense of floating...

For the last eight months or more
I have let my hair grow.
When last cut in the Spring
my hairdresser said
"let's leave the length for a change"

Not only did it grow longer
but thick and wild
layers weighed down yet untameable

Today I chose freedom
the shears and other tools
that in skilled hands
create a sense of order from chaos

Such a little thing
and light emerged from shadow
a spark returned to my eyes
released from the added weight
floating, flooded with new life

it brings back memories
of another freedom choice
that first release from the burden of sin

hairstyles will change
my decision to follow Jesus?
Never!


 

A place for everything



                                 Image by istorija via Flickr

Spring may be the time we feel drawn to clean our houses, but there is also something about the start of the year that calls out for a new order.

Today was the day to attack the kitchen pantry, sorting, sifting and placing things back on shelves.  There is something so satisfying about stacking beans with beans, grains arranged side by side, cereal boxes pressed close to the back wall, cans placed neatly like with like.

There is a freedom that descends
when chaos departs
the ability to breathe deeper. 

Inhale. 
Exhale. 
Peace.

Now, to sort through my thoughts in like fashion...