The Buzz on Hair

With the sweltering heat upon us already in Virginia, we gave our 7-year-old son, Donny, his first "buzz" cut last night. He was a little apprehensive, but was thrilled with the feel of his cropped hair when it was over. I loved it when he said "God won't have to count so much now." 

Some of you may ask, what on earth is he talking about? When we pray before bedtime, we don't do the ordinary "Now I lay me down to sleep" ritual. My husband did that one time, and the next day he woke up to tell me he didn't want to do that "dying" prayer again - you know "if I should die before I wake". So anyway, we pray and praise God for caring for us, and in particular how grateful we are that God cares enough to even count the hairs on our head.

Luke 12:7 (NLT) - Jesus speaking:
"And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows."

I love hair, always have, always will - well almost always! I guess it stems from the days of my youth when my mom started perming my jet straight locks at the age of three! It wasn't until I was old enough to say "no more" as a young teen that I was able to grow out this amazing mane of chestnut brown glistening hair. I really didn't know I had pretty hair until people started telling me - this was certainly news to me, since before I always looked like "I Love Lucy" after she gave herself the home permanent and had left the solution on too long!

The point is, God loves and values each of us. I'm glad He gave me a crowning glory, and that He values me so much as to keep track of each strand. I'm happy today to share this story with you and pleased that my son has it tucked into his memory bank. (Someday he'll be able to draw on it when times get tough). Our Creator designed each of us so special and with great care. He wants us to know that we aren't just an accident, but a unique design of His handiwork.

Psalm 139:13-16 (The Living Bible) -- You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit them together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! It is amazing to think about. Your workmanship is marvelous - and how well I know it. You were there while I was being formed in utter seclusion! You saw me before I was born and scheduled each day of my life before I began to breathe. Every day was recorded in your book!

You know, Donny is 7 and understands how important he is in God's eyes. You may be 77 with "snow on the roof" or only 17 with the "bed head" blues. Maybe you needed this teaching today and a reminder of just how important you are too. As parents, it is our responsibility to teach and train our children who they are in Christ and give them a firm footing for their future. This is one small place to start - the top of their precious heads.

Copyright © Sally Buckner, used with permission.