God shaping our character is sort of like giving a kid a haircut. Goes great if the kid keeps still, goes poorly if the kid is restless and frantic and doesn’t wanna. Not that God isn’t an amazing barber, but when we’re busy and anxious and running about all the time, those scissors end up lopping off parts it shouldn’t, and missing parts that should. We take His snips as Him hurting us, and God ultimately has to redeem it and fix it back up. Thus a half hour hair cut ends up being 3 hours.
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