But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Yes, the photo above is my hair, which hasn't seen a touch-up of highlights or a trim for over six months. And what are my fingers marking? That's the usual length of my locks under normal circumstances. But what is normal anymore? I'd love nothing better than to be able to pay a visit to my hair stylist, and good friend, Donna, but the risks of entering a salon, at least for me, are still too high.
Yet, I'm amazed that my hair hasn't shown more wear and tear over these months. Only now am I beginning to be aware of the ends threatening to fray and split. I'm hoping these guys will hang in there in the interim.
No, I'm not being compensated for showing you this product, Uniq-1, but I truly believe that this has been the deciding factor in my hair's relatively undamaged look.
After I shampoo, I spray this on my wet hair; it works as both a conditioner and a detangler, hence a deterrent to losing hair when combing it out as it protects the ends.
I must make a confession here: Although I'm not particularly vain about my looks, or lack thereof, my hair has always been the exception. And on more than one occasion, I've asked God to forgive me for this unhealthy fixation. You know what? I think He has wisely chosen this time of isolation and hair growth to do just that!
As I'm unable to change anything about it just now, I've come to accept, and appreciate, my hair for what it is. Just another aspect of the physical me. Nothing special.
Yet, knowing that God cares enough to number the hairs on all of our heads, reminds me how deeply He loves and cares for us, even in the smallest of details.
No matter how we might appear to others, we can rest assured that, in God's sight, we are precious!