My Thursday Thoughts

I got my hair cut today.

In case you are new, or you just plain forgot, we just moved to this tiny town a month ago.

In case you're a boy, or you just don't care about your hair as much as I do, being new means you don't know where to get your hair cut.

I went to the wrong place.

I hate it. I hate my new summer hair. A lot. I came home and was nearly in tears. It didn't turn out at all how I wanted, which means that now not only am I super self conscious about my post baby bod, I am super self conscious about my hair. Which I take such pride in. I love my hair. I love that it's the one part of ME that I'm almost always proud of how it looks. I know how to style my hair, I know what looks good and what looks not so good. 

This new hair?

Not so good.

I came home and complained about it right away to Cuinn. He does get extra credit for being the best husband ever and telling me he really likes it and that I look beautiful. I basically just shrugged it off, jumped in the shower, then tried to make my hair look like something I could be proud of.

I just got more frustrated.

Later on, I went on the computer and checked my dailies and I was reading a very sad story about a little girl on one of the blogs I follow. (I won't be sharing what blog because it's a private blog. Sorry folks.) The story was about a little girl who was born with a heart defect 6 months ago and her parents were told she wouldn't last the night. She did make it through the night, but unfortunately she had a heart attack 3 days later and she wasn't strong enough and she passed away. We all would understand it if the parents retreated into their grief and became angry at God, the world, everything else. Instead the mother wrote such a touching blog about how although the time was short with their daughter, and she would now carry this loss with her the rest of her life, she wouldn't have it any other way. She went on to say that God's plan was not always clear, but that there was obviously a reason for this and she just needed to wait and see what it was.

I looked down at my own daughter who was lying in my arms asleep at the time and counted my blessings. Was I really so shallow that 2 hours ago I was complaining about my hair? When I have a husband who loves me unconditionally, a daughter who is the pride and joy of my life, family who is always there for me and friends who I can always count on? 

It's easy to get wrapped up in the stupid things of everyday life that annoy us. The fact that my car has a black door but the rest of it is green, I rent an apartment instead of owning a house, I can't afford to go on the vacation when I want to, my hair isn't perfect nor is my body. Sometimes, though, you need to take a step back and look at your life and the things you DO have. I have a roof over my head, I have food on the table, I have people who love me and a God who provides for my every need. My friend reminded me today that our life plan is not necessarily God's plan, and when it doesn't work out the way you expected it too it can suck. It doesn't matter though because it's not OUR plan. It's His. And it'll all work out in the end. Usually better than the plan we had for ourselves anyway.

Oh, and about my friend who's daughter passed away?

She's pregnant again. 

Her and her husband are so excited, as well as apprehensive.

Please keep her in your prayers.

Also, my grandma needs a few of your prayers as well.

She has become ill and we're hoping it gets better. The reason my mum and dad moved back to the UK was to be closer to their elderly mother's who aren't in the greatest condition, health wise, so fortunately my mum is able to get to her mum a lot easier now. There is so much more on my mind about my family right now, but it's just to much to process right now and it would all come out in a jumble of word confusion. 

Send us your good thoughts/prayers/happy vibes/happy chakras or whatever floats your boat.