Growing up, my hair was the bane of my existence, so to speak. I hated the thick kinky (sometimes wavy) hair that I had inherited from my dad and mom’s side. It was like all the curl and the waves were poured into me when I was conceived. hahaha! It took me at least 30 years to accept it. Yes, it has only been this year that I made a real conscious decision to accept it and not have it rebonded again as the curls took over the straightiness of the strands after two or three months.
Lo and behold, I began liking it. I started falling in love with my hair after it started to grow long and I had it colored to a certain shade of brown. One of my very good friends from church told me: “This is more you, Yen. This is your personality.” I had to admit she was right. So, Lord, I think you made this hair for a reason and You like it that way. I guess I’ll just have to accept it, enjoy it and look for ways to spruce it up when I start getting tired of the style, color and length. 😉 Still, this is my first time after 31 years that I’m grateful God made me curly.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well. – Psalm 139: 13-14