Some days when I just feel like pulling my hair out, I need to just stop and brush it instead. And as I’m brushing, I need to pause and be thankful… because God knows.
But I wasn’t feeling thankful that morning, several years ago. I was feeling discouraged. The challenges in that time of my life were looming particularly large and I was feeling especially weak and insignificant. I relate, as I take on new challenges in life now.
And sometimes God seems quiet about it all. I want Him to step in and do something big and encouraging and obvious. I want to feel special and loved and blessed. But sometimes He seems quiet and far away.
I had no energy that day, but I went to take care of Mom. I asked her if she knew who I was and she said, “No. No, I don’t.”
“Cheryl,” Mom answered. “I don’t know her.”
And I went home, fighting gloomy clouds and wondering if God liked me. Finally I decided I should read my Bible. I opened it to where I was currently reading in Matthew and read, “Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.” (Matt. 10:29-31.NKJV)
Such a familiar passage, but such a comforting truth. Even though I am weak and insignificant, I am valuable to my Heavenly Father. I am so precious to Him He has numbered the hairs on my head. My mother didn’t know who I was, but my Abba Father knows me so well He knows how many hairs I lost today.
And He knows all about me now. He knows how I’m grieving the loss of my mama two years ago. He knows how I’m grieving the loss of Daddy almost nine months ago. He knows how we are adjusting to having our youngest daughter move out, leaving us with no children at home for the first time in over 32 years.
He knows the challenges we have of caring for my mother-in-law, who lives with us, and has Alzheimer’s. He knows ALL the struggles we have. And the Creator of the universe knows how many hairs each of us has!
And I need to remember that. Maybe God mentions this hair counting because He wants the very hairs of our heads to be a constant reminder.
And every time we comb our hair, or wash it, or look at it, or touch it we can remember—our God has it counted. He loves us that much! He cares that much about every detail of our lives. He counts every hair.
So I don’t need a big obvious anything to make me feel important to God. I don’t need a miracle to feel valued by Jesus. All I need to do is brush my hair and remember His love.
And this is true for you, too.
(And if you’re balding, or totally bald, know that you are equally loved—just easier to track.)