You Cut the Hair, You Get the Matches

I go into "burn it all down" mode at least once a month.

In fact, my husband recently cut off all my hair (by my request...I feel like that's a pertinent thing to add here), and now I go around saying, "You cut the hair, you get the matches!"

This by no means makes any sense at all for them "normal" families, but for us, it's kind of like saying, "Mom's in warrior mode. She ain't letting nothing get her down."

I promise you that we do actually know what grammar is.

When I think of God, I often think of the Lion of Judah. It's interesting how Satan is also referred to as a lion, but I certainly see it like a Scar versus Mufasa thing in my mind. Scar thought he had Mufasa beat, but he only unleashed something that was meant to thrive eternally throughout the Pride Lands in the first place:

Life.

Death is always at our heels, friends. It's in the eyes of the person you thought loved you. It's in the way nothing seems to go right, and your bank account always seems empty. It's the horrid thoughts in your own head as 2025 seems to be leering and looming over the only peace you thought you'd ever know.

But take heart. Jesus has overcome the world, the evil, all the bad in every nook and cranny God deemed good in the first place. And like Paul, may we find solace, knowing we can do anything He asks no matter our circumstances:

Time to refill those matches!

And on an entirely separate note, please pray for my husband...