Jhasmyne

Hesitation. That is what I feel every time I just think about cutting my hair. Growing up (and even now), I’ve never been the prettiest or the smartest or the funniest but the one thing that everyone has always complimented me on has always been my hair and its length. A lot of times, the first thing a person recognizes about me is my hair and, in part, I’ve allowed my hair to define me. Once, I went to get it trimmed and I asked for two inches off but the lady who cut it cut about five inches off. I was devastated; I cried for about an hour. But to be honest, I think about cutting my hair often. Brief images pop into my mind of what I would look like with shorter hair. I wonder what it would be like to make such a drastic change, but then I think what will make me who I am if I cut my hair?

While these thoughts were swimming through my head, the Spirit consumed me. God graciously reminded me that nothing of this world defines me, but rather, it is His Son’s love for me and my love for Him that defines who I really am. Hair is hair. Like everything in this world, it will fade, but what will never fade is God’s love. I may not be the prettiest or the smartest or the funniest, but my worth is also not the equivalent to the length of my hair. I was not made to be a girl with long hair. I was made to be a woman of God. I was made to worship Him and to spread the Good News and these are my heart’s desires. I don’t want to be known for my hair. I want to be seen the way God sees me. I want Christ’s love that lives in me to be as obvious as the locks on my head.

So with that said, what defines you? Think about it. 

By the way, I don’t plan on cutting my hair in the foreseeable future, but now my reasons are pure. I love having long hair (that’s not going to change) but now I can honestly say that it is something I can willingly let go of. The day will come when I will decide to donate it for a better cause, but for now, I think I’ll enjoy it a little longer.