"I want my hair cut as short as my brothers!", she exclaimed."Whoa! No way! Only to the shoulders," I insisted."But you said that I can do anything I want with my hair because hair always grows back."
When we listen, really listen to that one who is sent into our lives, we see with love, not with a mission to change them to conform to our own desires. We see what is true rather than what is deceptively pleasing."He came unto his own, and his own received him not." (John 1:11, KJV)
My girl came out after getting styled and looked like the cute little sprite I know her to be. Her head no longer hurts from having to pull that ponytail up under her hat, so that kids won't touch it. She has switched her choice of hat to a handmade camo knit cap that allows her adorable whispy bangs to peek out.
I love her as is, for the person God made her to be, not for who I would prefer her to be. That gift of acceptance is perhaps the sweetest offering any of us can make -- to both the Babe in a Manger or to our own child.
PRAY: Father, gently remind me not to abandon the child you have blessed me with for the child I sometimes foolishly desire. Equip me with Your Holy Spirit wisdom to be the best advocate and helper my child could ever need. Let my love and acceptance be water to my child's soul, helping them blossom into the remarkable individual You intend them to be.
~ Barb Dittrich