I have a lot of hair. Thick, long, red hair.
Sometimes my thick, long, red hair likes to fall out. Everywhere.
It hangs on my coat. It covers my chair at work. It’s all over my car. You could probably gather enough from my shower drain to make a wig for a small child.
I like to think of it as leaving fun little reminders of me for people to find. 🙂
Let’s just say it: I shed. A lot.
I don’t mean to. It just happens.
Growing up, Mom used to give me a hard time because my hair would get wrapped around the vacuum roller so badly that she would have to cut it out. Now I have that problem, only the red hair is mixed in with grey hair from my cats. I’ve made it a personal goal to vacuum at least once a week so that my apartment doesn’t become a hair hole. (Unfortunately, I miss the mark most of the time.)
Luke 12:7 says, “Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered.” I hope God doesn’t mind re-counting every now and then because my number fluctuates frequently. 🙂