She did it by herself... She hid in the corner of her room...
She knew...
She knew it was wrong...
Look at that face! It says it all.
What she didn't know is that it would change her hair forever. The curly baby locks are gone but not in the controlled, cute, first-haircut way we had planned, but hacked off haphazardly falling to the ground unceremoniously.
Why? What went through her head as she held those scissors then watched the first locks fall to the ground, and the next, and the next.
She obviously regretted it. The tears that fell as I tried to fix it, even it up, cover over the hack job she had achieved were evidence of that. "Mommy, why you cut my haiw?" she fussed.
Sarcasm, cut, cut. The damage and the changes that take place may be able to be covered over. It may be fixed, but it will not be the same. Sometimes the results of my sin are long lasting. Sometimes, they can be made into something beautiful by The Redeemer. Sometimes it's just a big mess there is no way to untangle. Sometimes.
But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning
great is thy faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:21-23
Tomorrow is a new day, with new mercies (and a visit to Mommy's hairstylist).
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