lessons from my hair.

On Saturday while getting ready for a Halloween party with my roommate Becca, I opened an old box to discover a piece of my past. In the box I found two small hair ties, no bigger than the kind of rubber bands I used to wear on my teeth when I had braces.

I looked at Becca and said, “Can you believe this little thing used to hold all of my hair?” Instantly my mind flashed back to the days when the small amount of hair I had on my head was contained with that tiny hair band. Then, I looked up and looked at myself in the mirror. Long, shiny, full hair draped over my shoulders. I smiled.

I confess, sometimes I take too much pride in my hair. It becomes the source of my femininity, rather than my Creator who made me the woman I am; however, that day my hair took on a much greater value in my mind, and began to represent so much more than my womanhood. 

• My hair represents the years of healing I’ve been through.
• It represents every day that I’ve honored my body and eaten enough food to sustain myself.
• It represents my health, which will take me into old age, God willing.
• And most of all, it represents the faithfulness of a loving Father who has carried me every inch of the way on my journey toward wholeness.

Praise you, God, for your desire to heal us and restore us to wholeness. Thank you for holding my hand along the way, and for the beautiful reminder of your grace and faithfulness I discovered this weekend.

Question: Have you ever stumbled upon something in your past, only to realize how far along you’ve come?

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