Bad Hair Day

MY EMOTIONS

Sitting in my home, in a comfy bed, trying to wake... while my Father’s Eyes look at the number of hairs on my head! So completely out of my own awareness; and/or really... even within my desire to know. Who cares?

 

But, at any given moment, and of any given day in my past, the number is known. How can I comprehend such detail and why such a knowledge God would want to calculate about me? I can only think of how this impossible task, as my own work to accomplish, brings to me my God’s desire to let me know just how involved He is; and giving this simple, single, statement of His many love details assures me of deeper and greater works He is also calculating as I take each breath of life.

As an example of one of the millions of ways He knows me; He knows the number of hairs on my head. As an example of one of the millions of ways He knows me; He knows when one falls. As an example of one of the millions of ways He knows me, He throws in how this applies to all His children. Because… He loves the whole world.

I can’t say I care what the number is of how many hairs are on my head, I just want my hair to look good, style good – cooperate! But, God my Father goes so much deeper than appearance, He goes into the detail of constant WATCH and knowledge of what goes on in the process of my hair. He is aware of my thoughts about my hair. He knows my frustrations about my hair. He well knows the torture I can feel about good hair days, bad hair days… on and on and on! What nonsense and yet what divine oversight of my own personal detail of living as human. The frailty of slipping into despair over how I have judged my hair today! Even as a life-gift and/or sometimes a life-curse!

My attention to my hair can be so focused on the finale of my efforts; to become the beauty of outward appearance while God is telling me “I know how many hairs you’re working with, may I help you?” And to the other millions of details of my soul, my heart, my life … the process of living human He says, “I know what you’re working with, may I help you?”

I marvel!  And, I can only marvel, for I will remain unlearned and unable to accomplish what God can do for me and does; as any hair on my head may fall or grow. As an example of one of the millions of ways He knows me… I marvel.

HIS EMOTIONS

The baby accumulates love from being a baby. My children find my love from being My child. My love is always there as I delight in every detail. It is good.