After three days of short hair, this is what I've come up with.
Even though I've worked through not hiding from God, I still like the idea of hiding from people occasionally.
Long hair gave me security. It's feminine. People know me by my hair.
Some have walked passed me because they didn't recognize. Others are wide-eyed and compliment.
I'm not comfortable in my skin when I'm revealed. My hair was my cover.
My skin is not perfect, neither is my face but the distraction of an overabundance of curly hair allowed me to hide.
Who am I when I am striped?
Can I stand perfectly naked against the world, clothe in nothing but righteousness.
See me. Here I am. Like a newborn baby but reborn.
Judgement based on my heart and mind but not my clothes, hair, beauty.
Take it all!
Lord, take it all.
Leave me nothing but you.
Make me transparent.
Make me like you.
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