This morning I’m coloring my hair, a procedure I’ve been doing to cover those persistent grays since the ripe, old age of twenty-four. (Thanks, parental genetics!) In the process of waiting a short twenty minutes for the color to set, I will then find a darker hue has been released to shine in all of its glory.
Only twenty minutes… and a transformation will occur.
If only everything in me could be released so easily.
Unfortunately, transformation that truly counts – those inward workings of my heart – generally takes a lot longer than twenty minutes to be released. Freed from wrong perspectives, from my often befuddled ways of thinking, from my anxiousness and worries about things which will most likely never take place in reality.
Let’s face it, release is sometimes slow in coming.
Especially when I long for it so.
Why does it tarry?
Why does true transformation not work its magic in a twenty-minute time span? Can you imagine how encouraging that would be? To be changed in mere moments?
But then what would be the benefit or the challenge of persevering faith?
A faith that waits to find fulfillment.
A faith that lingers long where heaven meets earth.
A faith that tarries where the presence of God has come, intent on dwelling together.
A faith that experiences release one wonderful moment at a time, savoring each new taste of freedom.
In just a few more minutes, I will be able to wash out the old, gray dullness and find a vibrant brunette staring back at me in the mirror.
In contrast, I daresay I will spend the rest of my life gaining glimpses of transformation that shine from the inside out. But faith keeps me looking, continually pursuing yet content in the hope that, glance after glance, I grow into the woman whom grace is releasing me to become.
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