And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. Matthew 10:30
It is no secret that our home has been a breeding ground for one “learning” experience after another. So, it is no surprise that our home would start to breed other things as well.
Yes, I know. Yuck. Gross. My thoughts exactly! The mere mention of them makes my skin crawl and my head itch. If that is not enough to make you cringe, then just take a look at the head full of hair in the picture above. Yes, that head. The one with the dark tangled curls. That is where our new problem decided to breed.
And, yet again. God hands me a lesson in the midst of our new problem.
“Mommy, this is why I hate my hair.”
And, I get it. I remember feeling the same way about my own long, curly locks. But, I don’t want my little girl to feel such contempt for her looks, so instead of agreeing, I simply said: “Hayley, your hair is beautiful. It is exactly the way God wanted it to be.”
And, with her best oh-mommy-you-are-so-dumb look of annoyance- “God wanted me to get lice?”
“Well, yes. And you know what? God knows exactly how many strands of hair are on your head. And, believe it or not. He knows exactly how many of these strands also have lice eggs (except, he certainly was not letting me in on this little secret!).
While I certainly did not want to be picking these gross things out of this head full of hair, He wanted me to.
Maybe it was for the simple fact that I couldn’t think of the last time I had actually spent 3 hours just hanging out with my daughter.
Or, maybe it was to make me understand that He not only knows everything about my little girl, and still loves her; He feels the same way about me as well. That the same messages of His love I try so hard to get her to understand, also apply to me as well.
To remind me that while I may use His word to keep the world and its messages of what is beautiful from corrupting the self-esteem of my daughter, I need to heed these words as well. Even if I have been beaten up by a cruel and harsh world.
Like me, my mom always made sure I knew that the many strands of curly hair on my head were beautiful, but it didn’t change the fact that I still looked different from my classmates.
That those strands were a source of ridicule.
That those strands would be the very thing a harsh and cruel world would focus on.
The very strands I began to hate. To loathe. To scorn. Until I moved on to hate and scorn other parts of my body. My upturned nose. My short legs. My strong arms. My crooked teeth.
The very things that God loves about me, and the very things that set me apart from everyone else.
So, He could have made me look like everyone else, but He chose to give me thick, curly, brown hair. Just as He knows the number of strands on my daughter’s head (and the number of lice, too….yuck!), He also knows the number of hairs on my head.
He knows my fears. He knows my doubts.
He knows my strengths. He knows my weaknesses.
You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my thoughts when I am far away. Psalm 139:2
And, He also fashioned all my parts. My body. My teeth. My nose. My hair.
Unlike the cruel and harsh world that often does not appreciate the very things that make us unique, God loves every part of me. Of my little girl. Of all of us.
And this is something I won’t allow the world to take from my beautiful daughter.
This is something I can’t allow the world to take away from me.
From the tips of my toes, to the hairs on my short-stranded head-God loves all of me!