Put Down the Scissors

A Blessing for the One Anxious for Change (and Tempted to Cut Their Own Hair)

May the God who holds all seasons
hold you in this one,
right here,
before you reach for the scissors.

May He meet you in the restless place
where your heart whispers,
“Something needs to change,”
and remind you that not every holy shift
begins with bangs.

May He steady your hands
and soften your breathing,
teaching you that urgency is not the same as calling,
and that transformation rarely requires
a bathroom mirror at 11 p.m.

May He bless the part of you
that longs for newness,
that aches for movement,
that wants to feel different than you do right now.
That longing is not foolish.
It’s a sign of life.

But may He also bless you
with the patience to wait
for the kind of change
that doesn’t grow out awkwardly.

May you feel His nearness
in the in‑between,
in the almost,
in the not‑yet,
in the “Lord, I need something to shift
but maybe not my hairline.”

And until the real change comes,
may you rest in this truth:
you are held,
you are guided,
you are growing —
even when you stay still.

Amen.