hair band-aids.

I was in an airport yesterday.

I don’t care for airports.

But I love people watching.

And airports are GREAT for people watching.

One of my favorite sights yesterday was a sweet, elderly man walking around with a band-aid on his hair.

Not on his head. Not touching skin. Just delicately placed on his shiny, silver hair.

I have never been in a situation where my hair requires a band-aid. I would imagine this is due to the fact that my hair doesn’t have nerves. Or blood. And it can’t get bruised.

But I do feel bad for anyone who’s hair would require a band-aid. That would be tragic as far as a bad hair day goes, and I would imagine it would be painful or at least uncomfortable. Especially when it is time to remove the band-aid.

This got me thinking about wounds. And bandages.

And my tendency to bandage things that don’t yet hurt. To bind up the places of my heart that aren’t yet wounded, but might get wounded. To place band-aids on parts of my life that haven’t been pierced, or are incapable of bleeding or bruising, in case someone or something takes a stab at it.

I think part of that is genius. Guarding and defending what the Lord has given you and the sacred places of your life that are prone to hurt and devastation. Playing offensively in matters of the heart.

Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the well spring of life. Proverbs 4:23

I think there are times it is Biblical and right to guard against the things that don’t yet hurt. There is wisdom is binding up your heart when there is a chance life could be stolen. Or that it could bleed out in an unhealthy way.

But there are other times I think we are ruled by fear. At least I am. I hope I’m not the only one. That’d be embarrassing.

I wander around like a child who has just discovered band-aids for the first time, putting them on everything. Crayon band-aids, Princess band-aids, Neon band-aids, whatever I can get my hands on and covering every square inch of my heart because fear is reigning.

Fear of being hurt. Fear of being left. Fear of being vulnerable. Fear of missing something. Fear of being unloved. Or worse, fear of being unlovable. Fear of loss. Fear of death, physical or otherwise. Fear of not getting what I want. Fear of getting what I want. Fear of the unknown. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear.

I don’t want to be a fearful band-aid applier.

I want to be a wise band-aid applier.

I want the wisdom to know when to guard my heart, and the wisdom to know when to entrust my heart to no guard but the Lord.

[She] will have no fear of bad news; [her] heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord. Psalm 112:7

Amen.

Katie

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