Roots...

For the SPT challenge this month, we have been asked to consult our 100 lists (our 100 things about ourselves. I posted mine back in May). On the 7th of the month we'll post an SPT about item #7 on our list. On the 14th of the month, we'll post about item #14. And so on. And so on. So here goes...

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Tuesday October 7~

Item #7. I desperately need my roots done.

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I was born with beautiful dark hair just like my daddy so I guess it was inevitable, even though I went blonde shortly after birth and stayed that way through my 20's, that eventually my hair would darken again. And it did, little by little after the birth of each of my babies. But it never darkened enough. I was not a rich brunette, nor a blonde. I was a nothing. Dirty dishwater blah. So in desperation I turned to the bottle. I BECAME A SLAVE TO THE BOTTLE! And I hated it. I hated continuously being at the mercy of a hairdresser, being trapped in her chair for three hours at a time only to fork out over 100 dollars when I was done. But I had to keep going back because if I didn't I'd have ROOTS! Nasty, dark, oh so tacky roots.

After putting up with this annoying ritual year after year I finally became fed up enough to get brave, say goodbye to the blonde me and become...

A Brunette!

I am a slave no more. Because although my hair was very resistant to drugstore hair dye in every shade of blonde imaginable (it would turn reddish every time, hence the need to visit an expensive hairdresser) it responds quite well to drugstore brunette. So now instead spending 3 hours getting my hair done (not to mention the hassle of getting a babysitter and all of that), I'm done in less than one and instead of spending over 100 bucks every six weeks, I spend about 10. So forget what they say about blondes because I am definitely having more fun now! Oh, and I forgot the best part...NO MORE ROOTS! Light roots don't show up like dark roots did and it's fabulous!

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So now the only roots that I have to worry about are the roots of my faith. I feel like everyday I receive more bad news. Another family splitting up, a sickness, accident or death~ loss of a job, home, and possessions~ or worst of all the loss of faith in a God whose loving arm is stretched out toward us.

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But even with all of this, I know that if my roots are firmly planted in the faith of my Savior Jesus Christ, believing in and ACCEPTING his atoning sacrifice as a source of strength, hope and joy, I can look forward to the future with peace.

And I do,

oh how I do,

look forward with peace!