Approval of Man

Tuesday night I got my hair cut.  It was a drastic change.  I went from long curly hair to short straight hair.  Several people did not recognize me.  How wonderfully flattering!  It felt great getting all that attention - just because I chose to make a change on the outside. 

When I got home, I realized that the approval of others, especially a few who are close to me, was very important to me.  I wanted them to like what I had done.  Heck, most of the time I cut my hair, no one notices.  Because I always do the same old thing.  The motive behind cutting my hair was not to get attention.  Frankly, it had gotten long, and with an upcoming move to Arizona, I felt that summer hair was the way to go.  I went with something different than my norm as well.  This was more a reflection of the new, bolder me.  The one who makes choices based on what she wants, not based on a complex series of thought and pondering.  The one who wanted to try something new, even if it is more daring. 

See, even now, I am making excuses, explaining why I chose to cut this off!  Frankly, it's just hair! 

But if that's the case, why does it make me feel so much better?  It's that approval idol creeping up on me and smacking me on the back of the head. 

So this bit of rambling is just that... ramble, ramble, ramble. 

Thank you Jesus, for showing me just how much I seek that approval.  Please help me to let go of it.  Thank you!