Lately, I have been wrestling with this. My hair. Silly? Perhaps. Allow me to explain. I really dislike my hair. It is really THICK. It is c u r l y. It is drab. Dull. It frizzes. I don't like that I don't like my hair. (Did you get that?) But I don't. And I never have. I used to be blonde. Naturally. A beach girl with sun kissed hair. My locks have gotten darker and darker over the years. And I refuse to pay hideous amounts of money to do anything about it. I have, however, spent hideous amounts to straighten it. And then, I loved it. Truly. Stick straight hair. What I always have dreamed of. For a brief time. Pay big bucks. Have straight hair for a good 4 months. Then what? I cannot fathom spending that much money over and over again. In Junior High, my friend and I used to take turns laying on the floor using a clothes iron to straighten one another's hair. It was the old days ya' know. No flat irons back then! And although flat irons are available now, I DO NOT have the time to waste straightening my hair. It never gets straight enough anyways and always ends up frizzed. So here is where I have been struggling lately... when is my vanity too much? Am I denying God's perfect plan as I refuse to choose gratefulness? If I choose to straighten and dye the tresses- am I saying that God's hand is not good enough for me? A fine line I must say. Freedom to choose. Freedom to enjoy. But... in vanity? I shall continue to ponder this. I would love to dye my hair. I would love to have it straightened again. But... if I choose this, what am I really saying? Hmmmmmm. Thoughts on the matter?