prayer & the chair at the hair salon

Anyone who has known me very long, knows it a common occurrence for me to change the shape, color and style of my hair on a regular basis. My current coif is the color I should have been born with, a medium short style with bangs. Currently being described as "hot". Kristen nailed it this time because EVERYONE has commented on it. I’ve had double takes and comments from people I never even knew noticed my hair. Which got me thinking about Kristen, our relationship, and my complete trust in her skill to make me look beautiful. She is the artist and I am the canvas…well at least on good days. I have reached the point where I come to her with an idea and she makes it a reality. Numerous times my first comment on seeing my updated mane has been “it’s exactly what I wanted and I didn’t even know it.” Which got me thinking about prayer…stick with me here; I know it seems like a stretch. I have über trust in Kristen and her ability to make my hair look its best. It goes like this. I sit in her chair, Kristen puts her hands in my hair which embarrasses me, because it is always overdue for a shampoo and sometimes I haven't even run a brush through it. After my apology, she tells me not to worry about it. So I sit there and we talk about what I want to do with my hair. Instead of showing her pictures and telling her exactly what I want her to do. I give her ideas; tell her what I like about my hair and what I don’t. Instead of giving her exact instructions, I trust her knowledge and skill to make the idea come to fruition (which happens to be the name of the salon where she works) in the best way possible. I long to approach prayer the same way I approach Kristen’s chair. I sometimes get it, but more often than not, I give explicit directions to God and show him pictures of how I want things to work out. He has shown me over and over that he is faithful and trustworthy, that his knowledge and skill are immense…but somehow with certain parts of my heart I still find the hardest thing to do is trust Him. I long to let go and pray for His will in my life, to see that what God has planned for my life is exactly what I want…and let go of the picture of what I think will make me the happiest.