I’ve realized the longer we remain enclosed together within the boundaries of our home, my hair is not the only thing showing its true colors.

It’s definitely easier to point it out in those around me, but it’s been happening enough now that I can’t deny what is evident in my own heart. Some of the “roots” growing out of me during this unusual, uncomfortable time, like my hair, are also not so pretty.

Selfishness. Laziness. Impatience. Gluttony.

And I am not the only one. This break from our normal routine is revealing many of our heart-roots…
While I am all for being genuine, there is no value in pursuing the worst version of myself. Just because the roots are there doesn’t mean that is ALL that’s there…