I am not a very patient person by nature (My husband snorted when he read that sentence. He says I am NOT AT ALL a patient person).

Like, for instance, when I get an idea in my head. I will ruminate on it for about half of a day, but then I have to take action and do it myself. Unfortunately, rushing gets me into situations that require help when no help is available. 

This “gotta happen right now” mentality is how the green carpet got partially ripped out of my entryway (that stuff gets heavy!) and it is also how I ended up drowning in a sea of hair as I attempted to give myself a haircut on Saturday. 

Yep. You read that correctly. 

I attempted to cut my own hair because I thought it needed to be an inch shorter in the back. I just got it styled by an amazing friend of mine, too…but for some reason I decided it needed to be tweaked. Right now.

Y’all, I can’t even. 

What was I thinking? 

I have the world’s thickest hair. And it’s naturally wavy. And I was cutting the back, which I could barely see.

I didn’t think it through. I just grabbed the scissors and started to snip. 

About an hour and a half into it, I began to sweat, wondering if I would ever get it right. I felt gross because I was literally covered in hair. In my impatience, I hadn’t bothered to put on a cape or a sheet, so I closely resembled Bigfoot’s sister. Plus, the hair was itchy and when it got sweaty, it became sticky. 

HELP ME JESUS.

I could hear my three boys fighting in the living room and one was screaming for help, but I was a prisoner in my bathroom…held captive by the scissors in one hand and the 4” round mirror in the other hand. 

“MOMMY IS TRYING TO CUT HER HAIR! PLEASE BE KIND TO EACH OTHER!” I yelled in vain.

Yeah, right. 

A few minutes later my 15-year-old came to check on me. When he opened the door, his eyes went wide and he stopped talking mid sentence.  He backed slowly away, not wanting to get sucked in and afraid I would ask him to help. 

It was a hot mess. 

In the end, the boys survived. My hair turned out fine…(I just need to visit the salon super soon!), and almost all of the hair got cleaned up. 

But I could have avoided a giant disaster and saved two hours of my life if only I had been patient and waited until I could get in to see my  stylist. 

It got me thinking about how often my faith is like that too. I get tired of waiting for God to move and decide to take matters into my own hands. Most of the time, it doesn’t work out and I am left with a mess to clean up. The impromptu haircut was a good reminder that patience is a virtue and that I need to wait for God’s timing no matter what. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 reminds me that there is a time for everything, and that God is in control of that timing. I must wait in patient trust until he says, “Now, it’s time.”