I Give Up

"What about your hair?!?!" the girls cried as I sat down in a chair, preparing myself to be covered in slime.

"It's just hair" I said. (The thought of an icky, strange colored substance being in my hair hadn't even crossed my mind.)

Many of you know that I'm trying to grow my hair out to donate  it... it just happens that my hair grows slower than a snail working against gravity. If we're going to give our lives to Jesus, that means all of us, even the physical us. If getting covered in slime is going to make kids smile, and remember the ministry and encourage them to come back....then sign me up. If donating my hair means I can't dye it or chemically treat it, then so be it, and if donating blood means that I have to put on a few pounds... then I am game! I am willing to give up* whatever I can.

This week I took the time to fill out the paper work to become an organ donor. I gave up my organs, because I've already surrendered my heart. These donations seem like such small things to give for God, but I think (and hope) that someday my minor actions will be major blessings in the lives of others. 

Perhaps if we prayerfully work towards giving the physical self it may just be easier to start working on giving the deep stuff that tends to trouble our hearts.

I've added "Become an Organ Donor" to my bucket! 

*"Giving up" for me means presenting my physical self as an offering. Giving up, in the sense of losing, but also in the sense of surrendering, and offering things up to God.