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Bad Hair Days & God's Grace

Posted on Thursday, January 16, 2014

6:00AM

The alarm from my phone rings out into the milky darkness of my room and into the sweet warmth of my sleepy mind. I roll over.

7:00AM

I should probably get in the shower I think as I lay there letting my eyes adjust to the turned on light. For some reason getting up this morning was a chore.

I move slowly as I spend a few minutes eating breakfast and spending some time with the Lord as the sun peaks over the horizon and I can hear the world waking up just underneath my window.

By the time my sleepy footed self gets into the bathroom, I realize how quickly I will need to move in order to make it to the bike station, sign out a bike, ride to the metro station and take the metro to class. Not the best realization in the morning. Especially since I kept ignoring that alarm since 6am.

I quickly soap, rinse and repeat and hurriedly gather my things for the day when I realize Darn it! Never did anything to my hair… Well, I certainly wasn’t feeling all that creative at the moment and when I began to take the brush to it, all it kept doing was catching on snarls that would have taken a good 10 minutes to brush out properly (I have incredibly thick hair) so I did what any “intelligent” girl would do and promptly bent over, gathered my hair in a rough ponytail and knotted the whole damp, snarly mess of hair on top of my head.. and a few strands were haphazardly sticking out and little streams of water trickling down my back… but at that point it didn’t even matter. I had to get to class.

Guess this is another day of not-so-amazing-looking-hair I sighed as I quickly walked out the door.

I ended up being 5 minutes late to class, which in all honesty was pretty good. But I sat down, out of breath and feeling a bit lousy at not having it together this morning. We quickly got going on the lesson for the day and by the time the mid-morning break came along, I was ready to stretch my legs a bit. As I headed out of the classroom, my two newly acquired friends stopped me.

“Your hair is so beautiful today!”

I fought the urge to laugh right out loud.  Really? Because I was pretty sure I looked like Alfalfa with hair sticking in every which way and with my typical messy hair “fuzz” that makes me look like I have a birds nest living on my head. But she was genuine and so very kind. She stood there, examining “how I did my hair” (lol) for a good minute or so. I accepted her praise with gratefulness but with confusion.. because the last thing my hair deserved today was a compliment.

When class ended, I headed to our team office to meet with my team leader for my favorite part of the month- our coaching time which is meant for encouragement and keeping on top of goals and prayer on a personal level. And the first thing I hear… You guessed it..

“Wow! Your hair is beautiful today! So French!”

And this time I did laugh. And as the conversation opened into a true, genuine, life giving conversation, the laughter turned to tears as I came face to face with some major lessons the Lord is teaching me. And little by little, I am discovering how incredibly HUGE and constant our God is. That we don’t need to be anything great in this world’s standards to amount to something.  That God in His mercy, has loved us with an everlasting love that will not change like shifting shadows.

Some days are late and messy and thrown together. There are odds and ends sticking this way and that and we feel far from perfect. But that is where God’s grace steps in and he says “You are beautiful my Child. I have made you this way for a reason and because of my abundant and everlasting grace, you are my Child. Forever.”

Here’s to bad hair days. And grace. Lots of grace. 

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