So I cut my hair
Going into the race, my hair immediately was the first thing I was questioned about.
Everybody asked me well how are you going to do your hair or asked me how I was going to keep it long, healthy, and pretty.
I had a mindset of shaving it off even before training camp, I thought I don’t really want to think about my hair on the race. So in that, shaving it off seemed like the best option.
I didn’t end up doing that of course. God was not calling me to shave my head.
Right away in my first month on the race, the dry and hot weather of Haiti and not having good quality shampoo and conditioner quickly showed.
I forgot to get a haircut before the race, simply didn’t have time to, getting ready to leave home for a year was a little on the nerve racking side back then.
My team leader knew how to cut hair so I let her do a little trim.
A month later in the Dominican Republic, I then again did not like the health of my hair so I let my team leader chop away, but I have never cut more than 5 inches off so I didn’t let her go too crazy.
Then there I was month six, everyday looking at pictures from before the race and just missing one thing. My hair and being able to feel pretty through my hair.
I felt pretty convicted about how much of mind and even my heart just couldn’t wait to go back home to feel good just by curling my hair, having it long and healthy.
The day after this conviction. I spent a prayer walk on the beach. During my prayer walk the Lord laid a lot of things on my heart and I spent my walk praying hard and surrendering.
Then the Lord said, “Go cut your hair.”
Next thing I knew I was seeing a random Malaysian woman and giving her full rein to cut six inches of my hair off.
She put my hair in a pony tail and right then and there I saw six inches of my hair being cut off.
Here I am a month later and as crazy as it may seem I am struggling.
I am struggling because I defined my beauty in my hair.
I am struggling because I allowed my mind and heart to love my hair.
My hair does not define my beauty. I am beautiful because I am a child of an almighty Father and King.
Yes I have moments when finding ways to fix my short hair is hard and uncomfortable, but the walk to tell myself I am pretty with short hair has been even more uncomfortable.
I am not yet walking in full confidence but I am very close. Some days are better than others. Everyday I wake up and declare that I am enough, I am beautiful, and I am strong because of where my identity lies and that is in God.
So here’s to loving my short hair, I love it because it is natural and healthy and that is what the Lord wants it to be. The Lord wants my beauty to be seen in Him not in my hair.
