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I just got a new haircut and am pretty enamored with myself. I kept flipping my hair and looking in the rearview mirror all the way home. It feels lighter, smells good and has that just from the salon style. You know the one I wont be able to repeat no matter how hard I try or how many different products I use from home. I wished I had made evening plans. This hair needs to get out on the town. This hair could use a new outfit ( although I will resist). It is more than the haircut, all of me feels new and fresh.
I like new things; they inspire. New shoes feel like they go faster and make me want to hit the gym. New pens write better words. Blank pages hold so much promise. New cleaning products make me want to dust (and trust me this is significant). New office supplies make me want to be a better teacher. A new outfit can change my entire self-image, at least briefly.
Yes I know this sounds like I am falling into traps of consumerism. And, I am, but that is not what this is about. I’ve heard that Micheal Jordan wore new sneakers for every game to get that same feeling. You would think night after night of new sneaks the specialness of it would wear off. New only has this power if it is a rarity.
That being said, new is easy to obtain occasionally. A treat. An indulgence. A new color. But God promises us so much more than a new haircut can give:

Ephesians 4:22-24 You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.

That kind of new is so much harder. It requires surrender.

Comments

onevoice said…
Ok, that is a foxy lady right there. wow. I love it. :)
The Janek's said…
Michelle...I LOVE the new due, and your blog is AWESOME!
Alyssa said…
Great cut! And I'm with you on new pens; they're the best!

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