I encountered God.
He met me on a floor in the prayer room. It was beautiful. A deep shift occurred.
I handed Him control. Control of my past, my present, my future.
That night when I went to take a shower, a thought popped in my head as I held my razor. “Shave your head.”
“Hell no! What?” Was my first thought. My second was “If I gave God control of my body and my life, isn’t my hair included in that?”
I asked a timid question I didn’t really want the answer to. “God do you want me to shave my head?”
Silence.
I showered but left the razor by the sink.
I slept and woke up the next morning with no thoughts of my hair.
At breakfast I asked a teammate to braid my hair. Within a minute she stopped, released my hair and looked at me.
I knew. I had lice.
She picked out an egg and said “it’s more difficult because your hair is so long.”
“Well why don’t we cut it?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, let’s cut it short.”
Twenty minutes later after a lice shampoo treatment, we found the only scissors in the Hub – craft scissors.
Put my hair in a ponytail.
And chopped it off.
As the scissors slowly sawed through my hair it was like a weight was lifted. There was a moment of slight panic but it quickly turned to peace.
God had and has our backs because it was already an almost perfect angled long bob. But my wonderful teammates, Meagan and Jillian, ensured that the little strays fell in line.
“It looks like you.”
“It’s so cute!”
“You cut your hair!”
These were the words I heard from my teammates.
“You gave me your hair. Not because I asked for it. But because I asked about it. Holding things with open hands. Being willing to let go of what I have given in the first place. Well done My daughter.”
These were the words I heard from God.
