Counting Hairs

Some days when I just feel like pulling my hair out, I need to just stop and brush it instead. And as I’m brushing, I need to pause and be thankful… because God knows.

But I wasn’t feeling thankful last night or this morning. I was feeling discouraged. The challenges in this time of my life were looming particularly large and I was feeling especially weak and insignificant.

And God seemed quiet about it all. I wanted Him to step in and do something big and encouraging and obvious. I wanted to feel special and loved and blessed. But He seemed quiet and far away.

I had no energy, but I went to take care of Mom. I asked her if she knew who I was and she said, “No. No, I don’t.”

“I’m Cheryl.”

“Cheryl,” Mom answered. “I don’t know her.”

We got through Mom’s bath and lunch. I brought out the new doll I had bought and had a few sweet moments as Mom told her new Annabel (whose name Mom remembered) that she was cute.

And I went home, fighting gloomy clouds and wondering if God liked me. Finally I decided I should read my Bible. I opened it to where I’m currently reading in Matthew and read, “Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin?  And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.  Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.” (Matt. 10:29-31.NKJV)

Such a familiar passage, but such a comforting truth. Even though I am weak and insignificant, I am valuable to my Heavenly Father. I am so precious to Him He has numbered the hairs on my head.  My mother doesn’t know who I am, but my Abba Father knows me so well He knows how many hairs I lost today.

And I need to remember that. Maybe God mentions this hair counting because He wants the very hairs of our heads to be a constant reminder. And every time I comb my hair, or wash it, or look at it, or touch it I can remember—my God has it counted. He loves me that much!  He cares that much about every detail of my life. He counts every hair.

So I don’t need a big obvious anything to make me feel important to God. I don’t need a miracle to feel valued by Jesus. All I need to do is brush my hair and remember His love.

And this is true for you, too.

And if you’re balding, or totally bald, know that you are equally loved—just easier to track.

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