She was shiny, and totally itchy. She fit the bill in desperate times when I had to dress up pretty. In the right light, she might have not been so noticeable. Unfortunately our relationship never graduated to ‘friend’…she lingered in the almost-friend stage. She hadn’t gotten with the program and weird hairs began going all different directions. It got awkward. Ultimately, the discomfort truthfully rested more in the fact it wasn’t me, or my hair. I kept reminding myself, even when I had locks, they were significantly altered by a little miracle liquid we will call—> bleach. If I know you, we both know she wasn’t mine. And truthfully, I was exponentially more comfortable wearing the head wrap/ tuban/ scarf. (and I do). Many were kind enough to have smiled and said, “IT looks great!” If I didn’t know you, it was easier to wear the wig and hide the situation under the elastic. Either way, if I think too long on it, I remember to be thankful I have had this struggle with vanity in the first place.
Our Pastor referenced a verse in Revelation a couple months ago. We were reminded:
“Worthy are you, our Lord, our God to receive all glory, honor, and power, for you created all things and by your will they have existed and were created.” Rev. 4:11
Everything He has created and sustained are His to give….and take away. In this life, we have been given FAR more than we deserve. There have been a few things He has taken away, (as they are HIS), and in the taking away, we have been shown that they are still gifts. I don’t want to make it seem like I am holding onto things so loosely I don’t care if they are taken back…I am appreciating what I have been given understanding who holds the rightful ownership.
In this moment, my gift is life. The kind I get to enjoy each day, not solely experiencing it from the from the sidelines. I have been given the gift of time. Sweet memories. An actual reason to wear the workout clothes (I truthfully only wore because they were stretchy and black and hid stains really well.)…because I can move my body for more than 15 minutes before needing a nap! Woot woot!!!!! It’s not attractive, but my man is already locked in. I digress. So many gifts. My hair is growing back….black. The Italian was there after all. That was a fun surprise! Not. But IT IS REAL HAIR!!!!! I will happily and joyfully accept that gift! Ghetto gray hairs and all. So many answered prayers, my brain is still working on processing the power of prayer, the joy in receiving His unending mercy. Here are some pics of your answered prayers:
We are so blessed and thankful for all of your prayers. SO grateful for each and every one of you and your unceasing support. Much love,