Why is it…my best thoughts come easily – as gushing waters – when I’m without a pen and paper to record them? That’s just not right. Not for a writer, at least.

As the toasty warm water washed through my freshly shampooed (and astonishingly thin) hair this morning God gave me a pep talk. Brilliant thoughts. Needed inspiration. Great scriptural truths hidden deep in my heart years ago only to be tapped into when I least expect to recall them – in the shower! Yet, as the sudsy water drained around my feet, those thoughts made a hasty exit, as well.

Now, as I gaze at a computer screen with fingertips poised, ready to record the wisdom He shared, I find those words gone. What’s a writer to do? I can almost hear the advice of one of my author-friends:

Think it! Ink it!

In other words, keep a notebook handy! Even by the bedside for great middle-of-the-night thoughts. I need a waterproof notebook for such a time as this! So, I keep typing, attempting to reawaken those thoughts. And, yes, they were that good!

Here’s the truth of the matter. My hair is thinning. Every day. And, I’m concerned. That’s what triggered my mind’s conversation with God this morning as I gently shampooed what’s left on top (so as not to disturb any roots considering a hasty retreat). I was thinking about options. Seriously!

A mere 47+ years ago I asked myself a hard question…would I still love Jim, this teenage hunk with long (yes, long) blonde hair, when (not if) he was bald? His locks already showed signs of an untimely future exit. My answer was easy – I’d love him with or without hair. And, I still do. However, a few days ago, I told Jim he might need to ask himself a hard question…would he still love me…? I think he will.

Am I suffering from a lack of protein in my diet? Do I need this vitamin or that one? Am I drinking enough water? Should I use this hair product or that one? Should I buy one of those silly hats with lights inside? It works on TV. I’ve done my research, asked my hairdresser, and calling my doctor is on my to-do list. Perhaps I need to visit with someone who makes wigs – ugh! – not something I want to pursue. I’m more of a ‘take-me-or-leave-me’ kind of gal. No-fuss. No frills. No worries. I no longer strive to impress people – at least that’s what I thought before my hair started falling out.

Que será, será!

My hair has always been extremely fine in texture and it’s always been relatively thin. Fine and thin – a double-edged sword. Yet, the experts say if thinning hair is genetic there is not much hope! No amount of protein, water, vitamins, or expensive products will change genetics.

But. God. Says. This.

“…Let us make man in our image, after our likeness…so God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them. And God blessed them…and God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.” – parts of Genesis 1:26-31, KJV

God’s Genetics: Made in His likeness. Created in His image.

Yes, I’m the daughter of my mother and my father, and they passed their genes on to me. My dad had black, thick, wavy hair in younger years (and blue eyes, mind you)…thinning hair, later in life, but not too bad. My mom was forever a strawberry blonde, with fine-textured hair, and very few gray hairs – ever. I think I had more when she died than she ever did. So, yes, I’m the product of these two, but I am created in the image of God. Made in His likeness. And every single thing He made is GOOD!

Did you know there are multiple scriptures related to hair? I’ve been researching there, too. Over 100 verses about hair! The Old Testament has 87, and the New Testament, 19. I’ve read them all a time or two. Scriptures about combing, brushing/not brushing, trimming, cutting/not cutting, shaving, and even fixing one’s hair. The Bible tells of pulling it out and tearing it out and then talks about the hairs of our head not being harmed.

The scripture I’ve always been drawn to is found in Matthew 10, verse 30. Jesus reminds us “the very hairs of your head are all numbered.” Wow. That means God keeps a mighty close eye on me and for that, I’m grateful.

Later in that passage, he reassures us – His people – of our value. I love that!

While my human genetics may cause alarm, the fact that I’m made in the image of God gives me a reason to thank Him…for me; with or without a full head of hair.

I am valued.

I am loved.

I am good.

I am His!

Even when my hair goes down the drain along with my thoughts.




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