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We had church today, and it was super fun! And, dude, last night I washed my hair for literally no reason. I was on a road trip to South Carolina and back and didn’t get home until like 11 PM! It was sooo late, but I wasn’t even sleepy. While I was in the car, I decided I was going to wash my hair and give myself a twist-out for church tomorrow. Why? I have no clue! Well, actually, it was because my hair was super dirty and needed washing, but I didn’t have any hair gel—only leave-in conditioner. So my only options were either a messy, dirty ponytail or a twist-out. So, I got home and got right to work.
I sectioned my hair, washed it, detangled it—all that good stuff. Then, I started twisting. I did about four twists per section, and there were four sections in total—so, 16 twists altogether. I used a mix of leave-in conditioner and almond oil, and my twists turned out juicy! Then, I went to sleep, except I couldn’t sleep at all. Something (which I believe to be the Spirit of the Lord) told me to get up and check my hair. So, I did. I took off my scarf and felt my hair—it was still sowet! Definitely not ideal. It should’ve been at least 70% dry by then.
So, I felt led (again, what I believe to be the Holy Spirit) to towel dry it some and then braid it, instead of twisting it. I didn’t towel dry it, though (didn’t feel like doing all that—probably should’ve), but I braided my hair, tied it back up, and went to sleep. Then, I woke up to kitchen noises and got super scared that my mom would notice and get mad at me for playing with my hair. Even though I was pretty confident in my abilities (and, you know, I’m 16 now—thought I should be able to experiment a bit), I didn’t want to bother her with my hair antics. Easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?
Anyway, I let the dog out, did my skincare, fed him, got dressed, and oiled up my hands to undo the braids. At first, I hated it and almost lost it, but once I took out the braids, I was much more pleased with the results. Then, I stretched my curls with a blow dryer (on low heat, of course!), and I actually really liked how it turned out. It looks cute, a little frizzy, but cute. And now I have a cute braid-out for the next few days!
All of this got me thinking: isn’t it crazy that God would send His Spirit to guide me in the middle of the night—just so my hair would look cute the next day? I mean, that sounds insane, right? But honestly, I believe that’s what happened. We often think of God in terms of big miracles, like opening blind eyes or calming storms. But we don’t always stop to think that, if He can do that, He can also help with the small, simple things in our lives—like helping us choose an outfit or a hairstyle, or even picking the right candy at the gas station. It may seem small in comparison to His greatness, but there’s no part of our lives that He doesn’t care about.
He loves us and knows the things we care about. If we take the time to honor Him with our lives (which is true worship), why wouldn’t He take the time to ensure that we’re fulfilled in every part of our lives, no matter how big or small? The Bible says, “Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart” (Psalm 37:4). It doesn’t say just the big desires of your heart—it says desires. All of them, no matter how small.
