Mad Hat Hair

After 7 glorious days of hiking, sleeping, eating - living really- in one set off clothes and one hat, coming home to a hot shower and clean clothes was exhilarating. When I unloaded the car and got to a point where I could think of showering, I went to my room and yanked off my now rank hat.

The shock of the embroiled nest of hair piled up like greasy string on my head made me groan. How was I ever going to get that clean? Not only was it oil soaked and knotted, but it smelled awful.I would say that I am pretty fastidious about being clean. If I had the choice I would shower twice daily and spend 45 minutes becoming a living prune each time. There is nothing like a good shower. After a long day of hard work, it helps un-kink the muscles. After a good cry, it helps calm the red, welted eyes and sooth the nerves. Before the day really kicks into gear it gives you time and space to clear your head and put your game face on. Showers are a miracle center.

Needless to say, the clean water supply of Oamaru shrank incredibly once I got home.

But the pile of yuck mess on my head was fixable. A good dousing of shampoo and conditioner, a very thorough combing and my head resembled, well, my head.

My hair isn't the only part of me that needs fixing. I have a heaping inner mass of a soul that becomes greasy and knotted and reeks incredibly. I choose to do things and say things that leave a sticky residue of nasty inside and out. I spend time far away from anything good, and try to hide all the ick under a lovely smile and fake perky attitude - the woolly hat for the soul.

But the pile of yuck mess that is my soul is fixable! A good dousing of Jesus and His cleansing power, a thorough combing through the details of my choices and my soul begins to resemble anything but the yucky mess it so recently was. My soul begins to look more and more like Jesus when I let Him clean it up and put it in order.

Have you taken the time to be showered by Jesus? His shower truly is a miracle center.