Jesus said that every hair of my head
is numbered and that not one
shall perish without His knowing.
I ponder these words and hear Him say,
Draw close my child;
let My love be your covering.
Feel My hands
upon your hairless head
and hear My tender words
of compassion and comfort.
Rest, relax, I will cover you
during this time of trial and tears.
And when your beautiful hair
has all grown back there will be
glory of a deep dimension
because you have walked with Me.
Today, my hair began to fall out in clumps. I stood in the shower this morning and watched it go down the drain.
I keep reminding myself that Jesus knows my heart…yet I feel vain for shedding tears over this…
Remember when I said that I didn’t want to be the girl with cancer who lost her hair?
I just became that girl.