Treasures of Darkness

Well, I took the plunge.

First I got my hair cut.

It’s short.

Way short.

In the kind of “Where the hell did my hair go?????” kind of way!

For the most part though, I like it. Though it drives me crazy that I can’t put it up, and so I am having to have to get used to hair in my face.

This past weekend, I hennaed it. That was an experience! With a little help from Mom, I slathered my head with this concoction that looked like mud mixed with baby poo, and smelled like farm hay. Then I covered wrapped my head with saran wrap, and got to enjoy that feeling for the next 4 hours.

I prepared myself for the potential bright orange hair. And though it is definately a coppery-auburn, the brightness is only evident in the sun. When the sun catches on my hair, it’s like sunset flame.

I hate it when people think they have the right to pass judgement on me. When they think that they know me, or know about my life, and can truly understand why I make the decisions that I do.

Or when they think that they know everything about me, based on only my actions.

There is nothing in the world more frustrating!

So you would think that knowing that, I would someone be immune from doing the same thing to others.

It hit me today like a slap in the face.

I thought I knew someone. That I knew enough about them based on a few of their actions, and a couple things they said, to judgement their entire character.

This is the first time, in a long time, that I have been glad to learn a lesson the hard way. Maybe it will stick around in my thick head for longer than a day or two, and I will actually be less likely to do it again in the future.

One can hope anyway.

http://www.pentecostalfreedom.org/UPCI_catchism.html

I’ve never considered myself the type of person to have “enemies”, well, not since I was a teenager anyway. Oh sure, there are people that I don’t particularly care for, and even a few that I would go so far as to say I dislike, but enemies?

I was thinking about this recently, along with Jesus’ lovely little command to love our enemies. Something that I always thought I would be able to do. (It’s pretty easy to believe you can do something, when you don’t think you’ll ever need to!)

See, the problem is that I have this sister. She’s 4 years older than I am, and she has pretty much hated me from the moment my parents brought me home from the hospital.

For many years I have known that I dislike her. I don’t think she’s a good person, and she is not the type of person that I would have any interest in spending any time with. But it is only recently that I have begun to understand the true depth of my feelings towards her.

Despise….loath….abhor…..these are the words that come to mind when I think of my sister. She is the only person in the universe that I can think very very mean thoughts about, and feel absolutely no guilt.

I can understand that God being a God of absolute love, is capable of loving theives, and rapists, and even serial killers. But when I think of him loving my sister….I find myself thinking…how could He? She’s such a bitch!!!

So I realize that if my feelings for her are really that bad, that she must be the person I need to think of when the Bible talks about enemies. But pray for her (and all the times she spitefully used me??? ) Right there is where my spirituality fails!