...it's time for a trim.
How awkward is it to wake up in the morning and find out that my hair looks nothing like it did the night before? That, over the course of 6 or so hours, the rag on my scalp has transformed into a complete nutjob.
Was it wrong of me to not tip the waiter tonight, despite the honestly horrible service and overcharging? I felt somewhat bad, somewhat tired, and somewhat resentful when I wrote in capital letters, "NO TIP." Or I could've just drawn a $100 bill on the receipt. Balling.
This summer has been so...disconnected. So full of pieces that don't mesh or overlap or even appear to blend within and without...kind of like this blog, eh? But yet, this summer has been amazing. It has brought me so much closer to knowing the true and truest character of my Savior. In the most unexpected ways, He's brought me so low that I could reach so high and that He could justify His love so desperately for me through the toughest sanctification I've ever experienced within the past 19 years. I am not me, I am dead and He is alive in Me. Only after this summer of ardor has that been made real within my heart. What joy!
Blessed assurance...
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