the slow & steady.

I dyed my whole head for the first time three days ago. I bought a hair colour I liked from the drugstore, brought it home, slathered it in my hair (just kidding, I followed the instructions), and washed it out to finish the treatment.

 

Honestly, I should have known it would turn out to be a disaster.

 

Being a natural brunette, I’d never actually dyed my hair until last year (I was 21) when my younger sister booked a colouring appointment for me. After a lot of coaxing from her saying “it won’t look that different” I did a subtle blonde balayage.

 

This week was a very different experience.

 

Without really thinking it through, I went for a store-bought box dye colour and dyed my WHOLE HEAD.

 

The colour I imagined my hair going was a darker chestnut brown, just half a shade darker than my natural colour.

 

But it came out almost black.

 

I was actually quite calm when I finished washing it out. I went about my routine, accepting people’s comments and replying with an optimistic attitude.

 

In an effort to play it cool, I responded with a shrug and a phrase that went something like, “Some people go blonde in the summer.” Me, I went dark.

 

But honestly, it was a complete nightmare. I was in shock that whole first day.

 

Twenty-four hours later, I found myself staring into the mirror and having an identity crisis.

 

It’s going to look like this for the rest of the year!

What do I do when my roots grow in?

And my eyebrows don’t match now!

 

I felt like I betrayed myself and who people knew me to be.

 

I’m not one to jump into things without thinking, especially something so permanent. I’m a planner, and I don't like change. But this time I wasn’t really following my instincts, so my dashed expectations caught me off guard.

 

My expectations going into this decision were simple. Buy the colour and my hair will look that way. I’m not naive; I know the images on the box are photoshopped and colour corrected, but I did expect my hair to have some sense of a finished look. Instead the colour was matte with no shine, no dimension, no life. I know this sounds superficial, but how disorienting is it when your hair doesn’t feel like your own?

 

Get this. The results I expected from the cheap, one-shot box dye were the kind of results that only the training and colour-blending of a stylist at a salon could give me.

 

I expected the easy road to give me the results of the slow and steady journey.

 

Poetic, I know. But do you get what I’m saying?

 

Through this mistake that I so uncharacteristically made, I both shocked and disappointed myself. I felt so silly because I regretted trying to shortcut the process.

 

What if our expectations are dashed because we were not obedient to the way God meant for it to play out?

 

I know it’s a stretch going from hair colour to God’s plan, but I think we can do it here.

 

Katie talked to us on her May 20th Instagram Live about obedience and expectations being in tandem. In my case, it was my expectations and not my obedience that brought about the disappointing outcome.

 

If my obedience made me get the colour done at a salon, I would have gotten the results I desired. Instead, I went by my own efforts and ended up with a counterfeit.

 

Obviously this is just an example, God didn’t ask me to go get my hair done at a salon.

But think about the ways in life we can shortcut the process we know is right and we get disappointed because we acted on our own efforts.

 

In what ways are you shortcutting the process to get the result you seek? Will you give it up to God, taking His slow and steady journey to the result that only He can give?

 

When we partner with God in our dreams, we don’t have to be afraid of being disappointed because the results are for His glory, not ours. And the Creator of the universe is the best partner in life anyway, so we don’t have anything to be disappointed about.

 

And even if we make a mistake, God doesn’t leave us in our disappointment. He helps us up and says lovingly into our ear, “Next time, trust me.”

 

Needless to say, I’m never doing a box hair dye again.

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