I’ve shared this story with quite a few people, but I believe it bears repeating.
I used to do all sorts of crazy stuff to my hair. I’ve had pink, purple, maroon, almost black with a bleached blonde headband, almost black with bleached blonde in the front. Short, long, you name it, I’ve done it.
Anytime I would start to feel old, I would do something crazy. Tattoo at thirty. Nose pierced at thirty five. Crazy hair in between. It was what people expected from me.
The last thing was the almost black with blonde in the front. I think I was around thirty six or seven, I can’t really remember. I just know that when I went to the beauty shop, I didn’t feel right about what I was about to do. Needless to say, I did it anyway, because I’m stubborn like that.
I hated it from the minute I saw it. Don’t get me wrong, she did a great job. She did exactly what I had asked of her. I just hated how it looked. I looked like Cruella Deville!
The next day or so, I woke up from a dead sleep with the verse 1 Timothy 2:9 on my heart. I had no idea what that verse was, but you’d better believe I was up looking it up the minute my feet hit the floor! God had given me this verse for some reason. It’s not every day that happens, at least, not for me. The verse said, women should dress modestly, they should not wear expensive jewelry, and should not wear braids in their hair. Check! Check! Check! I was good on all three counts! Maybe God was giving me a word for someone else! How exciting! Not to mention, I just happened to have a friend who, I thought had been wearing her shirts a little too low. I decided I would break the news to her the next time we chatted.
The next day, I woke up thinking of the same verse. God would not leave me alone with this one. I thought about my poor friend, and how I was going to have to break it to her gently. I wanted to say exactly the right things to my friend, so I looked the verse up in different versions of the bible, just to make sure I was understanding it right. The last one I came to was worded something like this.”Women should dress modestly, not wear expensive jewelry, and DO NOT FIX YOUR HAIR IN ORDER TO DRAW ATTENTION TO YOURSELF”. I used all caps because on that day, I felt like like God was screaming at me. Whoa! Talk about being brought down a notch or thirty. Me and my self righteous attitude, thinking I had it all figured out. God had been talking to me all along. The reason I didn’t feel right at the beauty shop…that was conviction. God was telling me to stop with the crazy hairdos. I don’t take hints very well.
Listen people, I’m not telling you that pink hair is wrong for you. That’s between you and God. He spoke this specifically to me. He may be ok with you having wild hair.
I often get asked, to this day, why I stopped coloring my hair funky, well that’s why. God told me to stop.
I’m thankful that God spared me from making a total rump of myself with my friend. I’m thankful that He’s a patient and loving God with His children who are particularly hard headed. I’m also thankful that my hair is now much cheaper to maintain!
And he said to them, “Pay attention to what you hear: with the measure you use, it will be measured to you, and still more will be added to you. Mark 4:24
Are you listening?!