In Galatians 5:1, we read: “Stand fast therefore in the liberty by which Christ has made us free, and do not be entangled again with a yoke of bondage.”
“Ouch. That hurts.” Cing shut her eyes.
“Sit still. I declare. I don’t know how one little girl can have so many tangles in her hair.” Aunt Janie gently pulled the brush through her hair, beginning at the ends and working her way up. “That better?”
Cing sniffed. She'd sat on the stool in front of the mirror for ever. “Why does my hair get so tangled, Aunt Janie?”
“It's a part of life. Shows you are alive even when you’re asleep.” Cing giggled.
“I don’t understand, Aunt Janie? How do the tangles get there? All I did was sleep.”
“You dream and twist and turn...”
“Does my hair dream and twist, too?” Cing’s blue eyes searched her aunt's face in the mirror.
“Your naturally curly hair does what it wants--just like a little girl I love. But it looks pretty now.” She put the brush down.
“In life, our human nature gets us in trouble. We don’t tell the truth or do what we’re supposed to. Our life becomes tangled. The more we try to untangle it, the messier it gets.”
“You untangled my hair. Thank you.” Aunt Janie smiled.
“You’re welcome. But you let me do it...”
“And it didn’t hurt too much,” Cing poked out her bottom lip causing Aunt Janie to laugh.
“Ah, tangles can hurt. But the secret is to allow someone who loves you to untangle them.”
“Like you, Aunt Janie.” She turned, hugged her aunt.
Kingdom Thinking. My life, filled with tangles, became worst as I tried to untangle them. Then the Lord Jesus came. He untangled me--set me free. He loves me with an everlasting love and promises never to leave nor forsake me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come?
“Ouch. That hurts.” Cing shut her eyes.
“Sit still. I declare. I don’t know how one little girl can have so many tangles in her hair.” Aunt Janie gently pulled the brush through her hair, beginning at the ends and working her way up. “That better?”
Cing sniffed. She'd sat on the stool in front of the mirror for ever. “Why does my hair get so tangled, Aunt Janie?”
“It's a part of life. Shows you are alive even when you’re asleep.” Cing giggled.“I don’t understand, Aunt Janie? How do the tangles get there? All I did was sleep.”
“You dream and twist and turn...”
“Does my hair dream and twist, too?” Cing’s blue eyes searched her aunt's face in the mirror.
“Your naturally curly hair does what it wants--just like a little girl I love. But it looks pretty now.” She put the brush down.
“In life, our human nature gets us in trouble. We don’t tell the truth or do what we’re supposed to. Our life becomes tangled. The more we try to untangle it, the messier it gets.”
“You untangled my hair. Thank you.” Aunt Janie smiled.
“You’re welcome. But you let me do it...”
“And it didn’t hurt too much,” Cing poked out her bottom lip causing Aunt Janie to laugh.
“Ah, tangles can hurt. But the secret is to allow someone who loves you to untangle them.”
“Like you, Aunt Janie.” She turned, hugged her aunt.
Kingdom Thinking. My life, filled with tangles, became worst as I tried to untangle them. Then the Lord Jesus came. He untangled me--set me free. He loves me with an everlasting love and promises never to leave nor forsake me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come?