Hair today, gone tomorrow…

Today was the day.  I began a journey 2 years ago, today it was time for that journey to reach its end.  With nothing but a simple desire, I made a choice.  I felt it was time.  My journey grew from a decision – grow your hair Heather, be patient, donate it.

Ever have one of those moments?  So often we fail to follow through with our hair-brained ideas, but sometimes we do.  To be honest, I wasn’t sure if it was even possible for my hair to grow with enough length to donate, but it was worth a shot.  There were several times I thought about calling it quits.  Many times the length was an annoyance.  The “swish” while running was a bit cumbersome.  I would gaze at other hair styles with a longing that begged for change.  Ever have those temptations in the midst of a journey? Me neither. Then I thought about that child, that young adult. The small inconvenience of carrying around a heavy ponytail pales in comparison with the life of one who would love even a moment of touching hair instead of skin.  Such a small sacrifice on my part.

As I went through the “lasts” the past few days, I found myself feeling a bit excited and a bit sad.  I suppose it happens as you near the end of a long journey.  I squeezed the last huge amount of shampoo into the palm of my hands, ran my fingers through my hair, wrapped a pony-tail holder around the back of my head (something I could do blind-folded in my sleep), kissed my children while holding back my hair, and felt the texture of my frizz curls underneath.  It actually reminded me of taking a moment to savor my last pregnancy – the excitement of anticipation tinged with a bit of sadness.

I truly am thankful.  I’m thankful for this sense of freedom that the Lord has led me into.  Several times, my dynamic hair stylist Ashley gave me a warning that the scissors were approaching.  I had zero fear.  But more than that, I realized how un-attached I am to this part of me.  Many women do find their identify in their hair.  Whether it represents a desire to stay young, to live in a time that represented happiness, or simply a desire to find beauty in their locks, I found myself with zero hesitancy in saying goodbye.  I could whole-heartedly say, “It’s just hair” – and actually mean it.  Mine will grow back, others don’t have that option.

In placing a status update both on facebook and on twitter this morning, I received several notes of encouragement.  I loved reading other’s “takes”.  My favorite came from my friend Vicki,

What a wonderful thing to donate to, and you’re donating a part of yourself too!

I suppose it did evoke a sense of personal donation, though it wasn’t an organ I donated, it was a part of me.  In light of how Christ gave, it was the least I could do.

What is the Lord asking you to give of yourself today?  Time?  Resources?  Energy?

Proverbs 11:25
A generous person will prosper; whoever refreshes others will be refreshed.


One thought on “Hair today, gone tomorrow…

  1. Love the new look … and you gave me an idea. I am growing my hair too … kind of a passage of rights into middle age … I want it long by my 40th birthday … I never thought of donating it afterward. Now, I shall.

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