Give Me a Head with Hair - Bruce Kirkpatrick
Bruce Kirkpatrick is a contemporary author of fiction and non-fiction stories.
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Give Me a Head with Hair

Give Me a Head with Hair

I’ve come to know my wife’s hair all too well. Let me explain.

About halfway through our 32 years of marriage, my wife took over the checking account—with my blessing. It’s not that I’m bad with numbers, just that she’s better.

So I took over the house cleaning. Fair deal, right? It’s not that she’s bad at it, just that I’m better. I can put my fastidious-ness to work.

One chore is to sweep our hardwood floors with a dust mop. Besides dust, I mostly collect my wife’s hair. She has long, luxurious brown hair. Reminds me of that old song—“give me a head with hair, long, beautiful hair”—from the musical, wait for it, Hair.

And no matter how much of her hair I mop up, she always has a head full of long, luxurious hair. She never runs out.

It’s not that I’m amazed at how hair regenerates. It’s that God cares about each and every one of those hairs.

In Matthew 10 within a discussion about standing up for your beliefs, there is this small reference about how much God cares of each of us.

29 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. 30 And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

It’s a short passage—and then it continues on about standing strong for your convictions. But I dwell on this half sentence: even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

If that’s true, he must have placed each one of them where they are for a reason.

It’s almost inconceivable, isn’t it? That God took the time when you were built—that he worked to such intricate detail—that he placed, numbered if you will, each hair.

He DID create you to that fine detail. Your hair—each placed and numbered. Your eyes…your skin…your hands…your heart…your head…your left kidney…the pinkie finger on your right hand. Everything. In great and grand detail. You are unique. One of a kind. Made in the image and with the hands of God.

If he took the time to manufacture you down to that detail, he must have a plan for you. Right? I mean, why take all that time, if he planned for you to just randomly roam through your life.

Nope. He has a plan.

Do you believe he has a plan for your life?

Have you discovered yours yet?

Do you believe he made you unique…for a special purpose?

Are you using your head…your hands…your heart…the way he intended?

Mighty good questions, aren’t they? Do you have the answers?

If not, let me give you a clue. It has to do with love.

Are you using your…head…your hands…your heart…to love the way he would want you to?

Keep reading that last question over and over again. It could open up a brand new way to think about your life.

  • Jim Firth
    Posted at 18:33h, 08 December

    Awesome words of insight, inspiration and encouragement! Thanks Bruce!

  • Tara Alemany
    Posted at 15:17h, 16 January

    Truly enjoyable post, Bruce. The enormity of God’s love is breathtakingly humbling…