As I was driving to get my hair cut I was filled with this nervousness, you know, like the kind you get when you are about to get a shot or get your wisdom teeth out or let go of something valuable or starting something new or going to an interview…. get my drift? I was going to get my hair cut, something not scary, something relaxing. I basically drool when she washes my hair, but this time I was freaking out. I was not just getting my hair cut, but chopped.
I feel like I was known for my hair, got so much value from it, so many compliments, it kind of defined me. It was known as the mane to many. However, since January I knew that I wanted to donate it. My poppop was diagnosed with terminal cancer then and I knew that this was one way I could bless someone battling this HORRIBLE disease. I was going to cut 8 inches off because it was less scary than 10, but when I got there I decided to either go big or go home (I guess that is how I do most things in life).
I sound brave, but I made my mom come with me to encourage me. It was terrifying, but I knew that God wanted me to do this. I made a pact with Him in January and I am also attached to it. I found worth in it, but God didn't give me this hair to find things in it (maybe just bugs). He gave it to me so I could bless others. I also knew I had to cut it because it was another comfort I had, and I want to rid myself of comforts and rely more on God.
So here is what happened…
Regina my hair dresser put my hair in pig tails and showed me where my hair would be cut at 8 and 10 inches (you can't even see the end of my hair because of that fancy thing that does nothing, wet it came down a few inches from my waist)
She chopped off one of those pig tails before I could even ask if she could warn me. Like the nurse who stabs you with a needle before you can even take a deep breath. I think I teared a little
10 inches of my hair cut off!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me without curls, I was not ready to see my hair curly. Still haven't since I didn't shower today (I have a good reason, we had no power or water since yesterday and now I could but nahhh…tomorrow)
So I challenge you… what can you do with what God gave you to bless others? It could be anything! Kindness, hair, blood, generosity, compassion. I am still in complete shock and that is good. I will probably hate it tomorrow and cry when I wash it (really I probably will), but it is breaking me to a point where I have to go to God to restore my value!
