Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
I stared at the handful of hair piled in the base of the sink.
Fear attempted to grip my heart, especially after I had just removed an additional fistful of hair while washing in the shower.
My crowning glory. My locks of love. Excessively shedding like never before.
In a house full of females, hair is of no shortage.
My poor husband probably never envisioned himself cleaning out drains so often, but then again, that’s the reality of being a girl dad.
Even the vacuum, the dear machine, easily sucks up a thousand strands each time it tours the house.
And although it is plain knowledge that hair comes and goes, rising alarm concerning my own personal plight sent me to the internet for answers.
“It is normal to shed between 50 and 100 hairs a day….”
Knowingly or not, we’re changing every day. I see this evidenced in the lives of my children, but so often I don’t realize it in myself.
Not until I see an old picture. Or loop my pony tail holder one extra time. Or attempt to pull on last year’s jeans and find that they mysteriously shrunk while in storage.
My body is in a constant state of fluctuation. Never the same as it was the day before, and tomorrow, will be a new story.
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs no your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore, you are of more value than many sparrows.” Matthew 10:29-31
That’s a lot of math, my friend. Hair counting. Keeping up with the strands that are coming, and the ones that are going.
I couldn’t even tell you the number, and frankly, I don’t have the patience to attempt to clean out my hairbrush and try.
But God, He just knows.
Every single day, He looks at you, and He knows.
And listen, I’m not just talking about your hair, although that is beyond impressive.
I’m talking about you.
God sees you, and He knows you. Every little thing that is weighing down your heart, bearing on your mind, pressing in on your soul. The joy, the pain, the sorry, the disappointment and grief. If God cares enough to keep a real time update of the number of strands of hair on your head, then surely His love for you is clear.
You may be alarmed. God isn’t.
You may be caught by surprise. He’s known all along.
You may feel insufficient and weak. He is strong.
You may be worried or afraid. He’s unmoved.
So no matter what’s going on, if you need a little reminder of God’s great love for you, run your fingers through your hair and find peace in knowing you’ll never ever, no matter what, be out of His tender care.
