As I looked in the mirror it hit me that hair or no hair, I was still God’s beautiful creation. I am more than just my hair. I am an heir to the Kingdom. God will be faithful to me regardless. I bought the wig. It sits on a chair in my bedroom. It is a reminder of God’s love for me and that I am not defined by my hair. He wants me to feel good about myself. As my hair in my brush accumulates, the wig is becoming more of a reality. But I know that God is with me every step of the way holding my hand. Hair or no hair, He loves us!
